Priscilla Spelling Novels & Stories

"At this thought, a cold glint flashed across Priscilla's eyes." "Suddenly, a servant's voice came from outside." "Princess Prissy, Prince Lebanon is here." Priscilla was slightly startled when she heard this. "Well, well, she had almost forgotten her real name by now." "Yes, she was one of the princesses in Angolla, Prissy Argus, but the name sounded very unfamiliar to her. It was probably because there were very few people who had called her by the name since young. " "If her mother hadn't fought hard to protect her and take her away, she would have been dead when she was just ten. Therefore, she just shook her head back then when Nathaniel asked her for her name."

In the spacious office, Heloise placed a document in front of Priscilla. Priscilla, with her long hair neatly tied up, dressed in a formal women's suit, took the document from her with a stern face and glanced at it. "Hmm." "Then I'll be leaving," Heloise nodded at her. "Wait," Priscilla called her back, "sit down." Heloise pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. Priscilla looked at the young girl in front of her. She was pure and clear, like a piece of the finest jade that one couldn't help but like, and fortunately, she wasn't just a pretty face.

Priscilla Larson is usually called "Prissy" by her friends, but the name is a joke, and everybody knows it. There is nothing the least bit prissy about her. She loves putting her sexy body on display, but she loves it even more when the men or women looking at her want to go much farther than that.

Priscilla's face turned extremely dark, her eyes flashing with disgust. "Is this how you speak to your elders? Your upbringing is truly remarkable!"

Priscilla’s mother was a witch. Under normal circumstances, I would have asked questions. A hundred of them. I would have wanted to know what kind of witch, how powerful she was, and what exactly it meant for Priscilla. But Hannah lay trembling on the floor, pale and drenched in sweat, and there was no time for curiosity. “Call her,” I said. Priscilla hesitated, and that alone told me her relationship with this woman was not simple. Slowly, she reached beneath her dress and pulled out a small pendant hanging around her neck. It was an odd thing, shaped like a crooked moonstone wrapped in dark silver vines.

Lydia glanced at them, rolled her eyes, and hissed. Priscilla sat down as she set her clutch on the table, she crossed her legs elegantly. “And what did I hear you did to my daughter, Lydia?” Her voice was calmly cold sprinkled with deadly under tone, a tone that would make people shiver but that seems not to include Lydia. Lydia glanced her up and down and hissed again. Priscilla flared. “Have you gone nuts, Lydia?! How dare you relieve my daughter of her roles in this agency without consulting me first?! How dare you?!”

Lydia greeted, obviously uncomfortable with Priscilla's sudden comment. “It's Miss to you, dear. I'm pretty sure I don't look old, and I really dislike it when people refer to me as madam because it feels like they're calling me old,” Priscilla pointed out, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her. Since I knew her inside out, I wasn't surprised that she had spoken condescendingly to Lydia because the real Priscilla was nothing but a nightmare, and she was also what anybody would refer to as a mean girl.

They obeyed without question, slinking out with half-hearted smirks and sidelong glances. Priscilla stepped closer, holding the pouch like a prize. “I thank the goddess every day for giving me such a good pet as you,” she said with a mockingly sweet tone. “If I didn’t know you, how would I have accomplished most of my goals?” I didn’t respond. I didn’t even blink. Her lips twisted into a sneer, and she stepped even closer. “Things have always gone my way. Always. And do you want to know what’s messing it all up?”

“yes, I can think two guys who he does thing with” “that is great, you would also invite them” “alright ma’am” Priscilla smiled, and nodded her head. “that would be all for now, I’ll cover the rest” Patricia stands up from the bird “thank you for agreeing to do this, I’m sure Christoph would be so pleased “you called him Christoph!” Priscilla’s eyes widened in shock “yes, why?” Patricia’s gaze was puzzled “no…nothing” Priscilla said evasively

I grinned and I looked at my friend teasingly. Chris nodded formally. "Thanks. But I know." I chuckled. What a conceited man! Priscilla, who seemed not to notice or intentionally was ignoring the man's disinterest towards her, still extended her hand to him. "I'm Priscilla Zakaria, anyway." Chris just looked at her and her hand like subtly telling, 'The-f*ck-I-care-whoever-you-are-because-nobody-asked-and-I-wasn't-any-interested!'