Priscilla X Subaru Novels & Stories

Conversations overlap into a mélange of voices, and though I catch my name here and there, it's impossible to follow due to the cacophony echoing off every wall. As Dean and Caleb finish fielding last-minute questions and shaking hands, I stand by the door, waiting. I spot Priscilla in a group of people, and when our eyes meet, she grins broadly, offering a sly wink before laughing again—a laugh that gives me chills. As we cross the estate's grounds, Caleb suggests, "We ought to get some four-wheelers. We have helicopters and brand new supercars, but not one all-terrain vehicle." Dean seems surprised at the oversight, "You're right. We'll pick some up soon."

Priscilla smiled and said, "It's not easy to be a strong, independent woman. You need to be mentally prepared." Priscilla had continued working with Freddy in his business until she had a child, after which she shifted her focus to her family. She considered things more professionally and comprehensively compared to Sage. After analyzing the drawbacks for Sage, Priscilla still affirmed her decision. She also let her know that Mimosa's business is currently doing well, so they would provide full financial support. As they were talking, the waiter brought them some tea. Just as he opened the private room door, a voice from outside said, "Mr. Holcomb, right this way, please."

"Come back to me." "I will," I promised. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Priscilla was waiting for me by the garage, practically bouncing with excitement. "Ready?" she asked, her smile bright and genuine. "Ready," I said. We climbed into one of Marcel's cars, a sleek black McLaren that was far nicer than anything I'd ever driven before. As we pulled out of the pack territory and onto the main road, I felt something loosen in my chest.

he asked as he went to me. He even eyed around to check what had just happened. I shook my head gently and smiled, "I'm alright. Let's go?" He nodded. "Yeah." We were already about to go but… "Excuse me…" We both turned around to the woman who just spoke. It was Priscilla, but this time she had that nice approaching smile on her face and she was obviously wanting Chris's attention. "You're Chris Salvatore—the Chairman of S-Tech, right?" It was like she was so starstruck.

Before she could respond, a car horn blared outside. Priscillia glanced out the window and gasped. "Holy—Ava, you have to see this." I walked over and looked outside. My jaw nearly hit the floor. Parked in front of our house was an absurdly luxurious car—the kind you only see on billionaire I*******m pages. Eye-catchy, polished, and breathtakingly rare. Priscillia let out a low whistle. "Girl, they didn’t just send a car. They sent THE car. That’s an exclusive model. You could sell it and retire for eternity."

Ivy said as the crowd happily left the company. Everyone was exhausted from their work, so they treated Frederick's celebratory party as a chance for them to enjoy themselves. Other than Priscilla and Ivy, most of the people within the company did not own a car. So, Priscilla and Ivy headed to their own cars while the rest of them waited for their taxis to arrive. Priscilla had sold her sports car some time back and bought a Volkswagen that cost around ten thousand dollars. Grace peeked her head out of the car window and shouted, "Roger, why don't you come and sit in our car? We still have some space left."

She slowly turned her head, her face void of emotion as her eyes settled on him. "It's no worries, Darius," she said, her voice flat, cold, and entirely unbothered. Before he could process the brush-off, she unlocked her car, ushered Leo and Maya into the back seat, and slammed the door shut. "Cilla, wait—" Darius started, taking a step toward her driver's side window. She didn't give him a second glance as the engine roared to life, and Priscilla slammed her foot on the gas, her tires kicking up gravel as she zoomed out of the parking lot, leaving Darius standing in the dust.

I confirmed all she said from the record in the tablet. That was indeed the case. The more I read, the more I was certain that I met her before, and we had some kind of relationship. Oh well, I sighed. It just so happened that karma would come back to bite me in the face after all these years. “She lost her scholarship and mainly struggled over the years with her son,” Priscilla continued. “Now, she is working as a personal secretary in the Clinton cooperation. ” Priscilla finished and bowed her head a little.

Priscilla pushed her wheelchair and as she followed her, Fia booked a car through the Grab app. Luckily, there was a Grab car nearby. When they left the station, the car was already there. “Is that the car?” “Yes,” Fia said as she confirmed it with the driver. “Actually, I can send you back to the hospital in the police car. But from the looks of it, you don’t trust me at all. Guess I don’t have to bother,” Priscilla said. “Thanks for having the thought anyway,” Fia said as she got into the car while Priscilla put the wheelchair into the trunk.

Again. "Go on, before anyone else wakes up." Priscilla started the car and eased it around into the alley behind the expensive homes. They went about fifty feet before turning into the utility entrance of the house everyone was watching. Just a few more minutes, and Wendy would be his.