Priscilla X Subaru Novels & Stories

"Thank you once again, Mrs. Adam." Before she could come up with an answer, they saw Brian’s team and paused. The door of the luxury car opened and Brian got out. Getting to the passenger's door, he opened it and held for Valerie. Mrs. Adam was stunned to see such a distinguished guest at the funeral. Priscilla was a common Priscilla, the wife of a fish seller who could not attract such high-stakes mourners.

“Things have always gone my way. Always. And do you want to know what’s messing it all up?” I kept my head low. That wasn’t the answer she wanted. Her foot connected with my stomach before I could brace myself. Pain exploded through me, white-hot and sharp. I gasped and stumbled back, nearly doubling over as I clutched my abdomen. “It’s because of Aria,” Priscilla snarled, voice dipped in venom now. “Why isn’t she as submissive as you?” I couldn’t speak. The pain stole the air from my lungs, but even if I could, I didn’t know what to say.

I could almost picture Priscilla tilting her head the way she always did when she was curious. “What kind of favor?” she asked. “I need you to make a model of Rain. An exact copy. Something that looks, smells, and sounds just like her.” Priscilla didn’t answer right away. I could feel her confusion hanging in the silence. I was just as confused as she was. Why would he need this? Truly, Priscilla was from a foreign pack - not from Septha. They could do illusions that almost seemed like magic. But they needed something of the same exact size to do it.

Her cheeks were already becoming beet red and her lips were curved in a wide smile. Morris noticed her complexion and became worried for her. ‘Is she holding her breath?’ He placed his palm against her back and rubbed it, soothing her. He leaned towards her ear and whispered. “Just relax..” On the side, Edgar saw this gesture and was shell-shocked. ‘Why are you so close to her?’ “Here it is.. The jasper green metallic Subaru Forester, with the saddle brown leather interior.” The manager began to explain the specs of the car while Morris inspected it.

She’s willing to do anything and everything to help ensure her’s, our pup’s, and Maddie’s safety for the future. During our down time, I’ve been teaching Rose how to drive. She’s a natural at it. She’s now driven SUVs, sedans, Marshall’s supped up Charger, the dune buggies on pack land, and even my Ferrari. She really took to the shifting and racing aspects of the Charger, donuts, drifting and all those racing maneuvers she said were really easy. Simple physics and math; I’ll take her word on that since she does that shit in her head. I’ve already picked out the perfect vehicle for her to drive. It’s a 4-door, rally electric blue Subaru WRX STI. It’ll appeal to her aptitude of sport driving

"It's hard to say whether I'll get the job. I'm sure Light Moon Designs won't bother with those trying to get in through connections, though." "Priscilla, you're so modest. With your talent, you'll definitely get hired as the chief assistant. Then, you can see the world together with Ms. Fischer." Stacy gave her a look of admiration. Priscilla giggled. "Don't say that. Everyone present is talented in their own way. This is a fair fight, so let's all do our best." Her words immediately made everyone's impression of her become better. A bunch of them approached her and started complimenting her.

“Aunty, I thought you were going to be a long time coming, Dis,” Priska approached Gadis who had just gotten out of the car. Her son's beloved vehicle, which no one was allowed to touch carelessly, was simply handed over by Gadis who appeared behind the wheel. Gadis's beautiful face made a big smile greet Priska's greeting.

"I totally understand. You are...a very busy person." "Thanks for understanding, Bryan." He tapped his shoulder, "I'll see you on Monday." Charles turned. Bryan watched him rush outside the gate, and until he entered into the Lamborghini. "He's not coming, is he?" Bryan turned to the voice. It's Priscilla Moore, a tall (maybe 6ft) goddess with long silky curly blonde hair, dressed in a branded black dress, with black boots. This sexy chick was a popular elite model, that would appear on the front page of every magazine, and she was known for being an international netball player. Next to her stood Taylor Rosecratzy, pretty girl in campus, although not necessarily in an obvious way. She ha

“My dad has five wives, you think he doesn’t know his daughters look?” Brute chuckled as he gave her a light side hug. “How’d your finals go?” “Really good, I think.” She beamed at him. “I passed my driver’s test.” “Good for you. What are you driving?” “The heaven.” Priscilla pulled out a piece of paper from her shorts pocket. Unfolding it, she showed him a new baby blue Harley Davidson soft tail. “As soon as we get my final grades and I get my motorcycle license, dad said that we’d go pick her up.”

I agreed, maneuvering the car to the garage with a slight squeal of the tires. “Naomi! Finally!” Priscilla shrieked, sprinting toward the car before I could even park. She was wearing an outfit that looked appropriate for a nightclub and her perfectly styled blonde hair was already starting to come undone from the force of her excitement.