Spell Priscilla Novels & Stories

Instinctively, without even realizing she was doing it, Priscilla was jerking her teacher's cum-spitting cock off holding the stalk as if she was squeezing a can of suntan spray, making sure she got it in all the right places. "Ahhhh!" Mr. Dalton moaned, his voice trembling with pleasure, his face twisted with erotic delight as the weeping tingles of orgasm coursed through him. The poor man had never felt so thrilled, so excited. He'd never ridden such a beautiful wave of ecstasy. He stood shaking and shuddering, looking down at her surprised face, the incredible expression of ecstasy etched into her pretty features as she watched his bulging cock spit cum. She kept moving it around as thoug

The Princes eyes were popping out of its sockets as he stared at the scarred shoulder. This...this is impossible. "You didn't expect that now did you?" Jake said as he drew his sword back. The Prince's mind was still mind boggled. Like he had just seen a ghost. 'If this is real, then there is no defeating this man. I will not beg, I'd rather die.' "I've asked you for your last words but you didn't have any, don't blame me this time." Looking at the Prince's expression, Jake was surprised, he had peacefully closed his eyes and was ready for death.

“ Why are you doing this to yourself, your children?! Look at you you're so skinny Minerva. This is not going to bring back Bellamy, you're only going to make things worse. What if she does comes back and she finds you like this almost dead. What if she comes back when you are dead and that is when she can open the door? How do you think she would feel? Heartbroken? shatterrd? Yes! Stop doing this to yourself Minerva. Come out of the room. Go see your daughter and put her to rest. “ She said but got no reply. “ I tried Minerva. I tried. Do you think I don't feel the princess's death? Do you think so? But I have to stay strong for Nicklaus. You know what would happen if I let Nicklaus go wild

“She probably pats you on the head and gives you a fake smile while you go around pretending you’re not in her shadow.” Priscilla lunged. Her fingers clutched my shirt and yanked me forward until our faces were inches apart. “Now you listen to me,” she hissed. “You don’t know anything. I am just as powerful as Selena. I am her equal!” I laughed in a weak and bitter tone. “Oh really? Then how come all your plans against me never worked?” I spat. “All those little games you played, all your sabotage… nothing stuck. But then Selena stepped in and just like that, everything shattered. She barely lifted a finger, and here I am.”

"But Priscilla, I need you to hear me clearly. If this fails, and it very well may, the damage to your standing will be significant. Wolves already whispering about desperation will have considerably more to whisper about." "Let them whisper." Priscilla moved past him toward the door, her ceremonial gown from yesterday abandoned now for something plainer, more practical, the armor of a woman preparing for a fight rather than a coronation. "I've spent four years being whispered about as the patient, dutiful future Luna. I can survive being whispered about as something sharper, if it means I don't lose everything without a fight."

At noon, Mattia was assigned to clean the administrative floor's restrooms and break rooms. As he pushed the cleaning cart past my office, a voice drifted out from inside. It was Enzo. "Principessa, all the startup capital for the Vitale 'Sirius' project three years ago came from you through an anonymous offshore shell company." Mattia's hand froze on the cart handle. "Furthermore, when the project hit massive resistance from the local unions in North Melcina and was on the verge of collapse, you used the Ricci family's connections to quietly resolve every obstacle behind the scenes."

“I don’t understand.” “I’ve had a long look at our records and I’ve asked around. Witches are interesting creatures. They love secrets but they are never willing to share theirs, which is essentially what makes us us, wouldn’t you say? I’m not one to divulge my own secrets either, but I love a good gossip.” “I wouldn’t show off about this but okay. What’s your point?” “My point is that I found out that our darling little Princess is actually descended from a line of powerful witches,” she said, which made my breath catch in my throat for some reason.

"We've seen it several times." "Well, obviously you've all 'seen' him, given that each of you clearly has a strong attachment to this woman," Gizelda spews, "excuse us if we don't take your testimonies as evidence." "Please give me a chance," I beg them, trying to smile through my tears, "I've been a psychic since I was a little girl. Ray woke me up, but the conversion was going on without success so Xavier added werewolf blood." "So you're saying you're both werewolf and Spier?" asks Gizelda dryly. Clearly, she is taking control of the conversation.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.