Priscilla Spelling Novels & Stories

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

However, Priscilla was puzzled about why George would show her the invitation. With curiosity, Priscilla slowly opened the invitation. Inside, her name ‘Priscilla Miller' shone back at her in gold, prompting her to cover her mouth in shock. The invitation fell from her hands to the floor. How could the Monroe family possibly send an invitation directly to her? It defied all reason! George observed Priscilla's stunned reaction. He narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly; everything was unfolding as he had expected. He coughed lightly, jolting Priscilla from her daze. She snatched the invitation from the floor, clutching it protectively.

He was trying to be cool, looking up at his desk, fishing around through sheaths of paper, but his eyes kept glancing back at the blissful sight that Priscilla offered him. She kept her leg cocked up, hooked over, the ankle on her knee, skirt up, giving Professor Dalton an exciting eyeshot at her puffy white panties which were looking super wet already. "Ophelia?" she said, looking up, her eyebrows arching at her teacher. "All you need to know about her is on page forty-seven of your text," Professor Dalton said. Priscilla scribbled down the page number. Now she was getting some place, narrowing the answers down to the right page.

“Ummmm… for that, you would have to talk to my, Priscilla, what did you make your title?” “Social media manager and public relations director.” Priscilla replied. Molly had bought her a new outfit just for this. A black pencil skirt with a charcoal jacket and a fuchsia silk shirt that matched her heels. Small silver hoops were on her ears, being shown off by the up do that her hair was twisted up into. She wore light makeup and thin black rimmed glasses. She looked like a young professional. Not a high school sophomore. Kristy leaned over to Taz as the press focused on Priscilla. “She’s good. I stalked you. I should steal her away.”

"Who doesn't have a career in this day and age? She's the only one with no achievements to speak of, and she even went crazy. How does she have the nerve to reconcile with the Grisham family? I don't know whether to call her naïve or just plain dumb," Priscilla remarked, her voice dripping with disdain as she spoke to the person behind her. As she spoke, the woman slowly rose, revealing her identity—none other than Audriana.

Then, she took Maia’s arm in hers, the way she always did back in college. “I have to thank you, Maia.” “What for?” “For paying me my wages in advance. The dating show hasn’t even started, but I already got my pay. It goes without saying I have to thank you for it!” Priscilla smiled warmly. “It’s your wages, to begin with. I’m just giving it to you earlier. Also, we’ve known each other for so long. Do you have to be so formal?” Priscilla said again, “With that said, do you think I’m a jinx to the Raven family? They were doing extremely well when my mom and I still had the Anderson family name, but they went bankrupt three months later after I changed my last name to Raven.”

I smiled she sounded really bubbly, and I loved her blue ocean, bright eyes. "I'm Priscilla, but you can call me Prisca." "Well, you two have fun ..." Jake said, standing up straight to his true height. He was so tall. "...and I wouldn't do anything stupid if I were you Princess" he continued the rest of his statement whispering in my ears,then he walked out leaving me with a red angry face plus murderous thoughts and an amused looking Sophie.I bet she thought I was blushing-boy was she wrong.

She had cheated them by rushing to Alice when she was the last one to join them when they were talking about her. She rushed to Alice with a sweet and friendly smile ,”Hello ma’am? Please my name is Priscilla….how may I assist you?”. Alice turned and smiled a bit throwing Priscilla off balance, the usual rich people and celebrities that shop here were very snobbish and rude. They hardly smile to any of them and particularly treated them like the sand beneath their shoes. Alice nodded,”hi Priscilla, yes please can you wrap it for me…I want to buy it..”, her name rolling off perfectly on her tongue as she calls her name.

Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Sophia, you're not actually mad, are you? I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I was just casually chatting with them, and they all fell for me. That's not my fault, is it?" Lucy nodded along. "Of course it's not your fault. It just means you're charming. Not like some girl who thinks being a Principessa means every man in the world will fall at her feet." Lucy and Annie exchanged a knowing glance, smiling to each other.

“That was one time.” Priscilla poked my nose playfully. “Uh-huh. And you were the one chanting ‘shots, shots, shots’ like a college frat kid.” I laughed, unable to argue. “Cat got your tongue now?” She said, her eyes narrowed in a playful, knowing way. “Now hold still. I need to know if I should go with the dark red or the nude gloss for your ‘I’m just here to dance and not be noticed’ look.” When the makeup was finally done, Priscilla spun me toward the mirror with a triumphant, “Ta-da!”