Putri Merida Novels & Stories

Reynaldi Putra Wiraguna, that is his name. He is the second child of Wiraguna and Rianti, but it appears that they distinguish their two sons. No one knows that Jackson is the younger brother of Mandala. As well as Mandala, no one knows that Jackson is his younger brother. Yes, Jackson is her mama, not just a nickname or stage name. But, Jackson was her mama since she was ten years old, which means that she has been wearing that name for almost fifteen.

"I am Meridia, assistant to the head of our council." I raised a brow like I was surprised. "They still don't let female head their council, what a shame. Females are weak creatures anyway and not to talk of a mermaid." Meridia didn't want to say another word. I wanted to tease her further. Besides, it was a witch's specialty It wasn't my fault that I was being too nosy. "You have a female merchild?" Meridia shivered for a split second and swallowed her sorrow. "I did."

she laughed as I placed my daughter in her arms. "Of course not it is very fitting that the newest crowned Heir is my daughter Her Royal Highness Princess Merida Sinclair." I announced as my mother smiled down lost the bliss of her newborn granddaughter. My father peered over her shoulder in joy. Danny also gazed adoringly at the newest royal and I left them as I moved towards my mate. She was silently taking in the strong village that was embracing our pup, it was easy to see our daughter was already fiercely loved. Rori stood and moved to take in her niece.

I ask, the tone of my voice sharp. “I…I,” Merida stutters. “You didn't hear me stutter when I spoke, did I?” I ask. “My name is Merida foxfire,” she says. “Daughter of the high Celtic witch” “Good,” I answer. “Now, tell me what business you have with Caspian.”

The agent told Merida. “Whit no?” Merida responded, causing Ora to snicker. “Merida must be stressed. She’s back to talking in Scottish.” The agent said nothing. Prompting Ora to go to Merida’s aid. I followed. “She wants to know why you won’t hire her a car?” “She’s under 21. We are not insured for drives under that age.” Merida sighs before she glares at him.

Grabbed tissues from a side table and dabbed at her eyes profusely. Moving forward, I hugged Merida as well. Savored the motherly scent coming from her. Enjoyed the feel of being comforted by a mother figure. "And ya, go get ma grandbaby. Brin' him home. I have lon' since needed a youn' child to keep up ma spirits." "Merida, the lad is Priamos' son." "I know, Cormac! But ya burtsin' ma bubble. Ly is one o' six daddies, meanin' I am one of six grandmothers! Now hush up! I am buyin' tha trampoline we saw!"

he says, making me growl. "Talk!" I grit my teeth, threatening the guard under me. "Abbie, calm down. Please... get off him, let him talk." Hunter says, making me snap. I look at him and growl, exposing my canines. If he thinks he's talking to Abbie right now, he's wrong. I am Merida, and I don’t bullshit around. I may not like Marissa, but this doesn't add up. Something is awfully wrong here. I gotta give it to Abbie, she was right about one thing, something is not right here.