Putri Merida Novels & Stories

“My parents, my ma specifically. Constantly telling me what I can and can’t do. I’m to act like the high-born lady I am, not be who I want to be. She’s even forcing me to have a husband. I’m only 17. I’m not ready,” “You mean a mate,” I said, giving her a wink. I know what she is, even if she doesn’t know what I am. She gave me a beaming smile. Realizing I know what she's talking about. “What about your fated mate?” She shrugs her shoulders. “They don’t seem to care. As my ma and pa were not fated mates,” “Sounds rough,” I said. I introduced myself to her and discovered her name was Merida. I can tell she is an interesting character in the few minutes we have been chatting. The depressed fee

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.