Subaru X Priscilla Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As I stepped inside the diner, Priscilla walked towards me, her face contorting in confusion. "What is going on?" "This might be my only chance to do something I really want." I said, pointing over to where Tobias's car was parked. Our eyes connected for a second. It felt a bit off at first, but then she threw her hands around my neck, hugging me as she screamed. "Fuck yeah, Janet. Go for it." She said, jumping in excitement. I hug her back. "Take good care of yourself, Priscilla, okay?" I said with a huge smile on my face.

"Yeah.. I am lonely but.. I'm not like Axel who is grumpy all the time." "Do you hear yourself babe? Not grumpy? You're the grumpiest man alive." "I'm not grumpy." I said and she rolled her eyes. I pulled her hand and continued to walk towards the restaurant. Priscilla here is a really great doctor. She's a surgeon and yes she's really damn cool. She loves her job and I'm glad that she's happy. One day, she can't save a patient's life and then she cried crazily. She called me when I was in Miami and I went home right away. She was shocked and it's normal.

This girl was a beauty that ordinary people could never hope for in their lifetime but could be casually toyed with by the rich. His eyes grew more and more lustful as he was thinking of this, especially when he saw Priscilla’s fair and delicate legs exposed under the hem of her skirt. A fire was ignited in his heart, and he finally gave up his resistance. The car went under a bridge and entered a relatively isolated and deserted road. The driver gritted his teeth and pulled up at the roadside finally. He got out of the car, walked to the back seat and pulled open the door. “Miss, wake up! Wake up!” he reached out and patted Priscilla’s face.

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.

He muttered thanks, ignited the car and drove out of the company parking lot, into the night as he began his drive home. Priscilla rubbed her hands up and down his lap as he drove, she was fighting the temptation of unzipping his trousers and giving him the most vigorous blow job she could ever give. She had missed his body so much that she was finding it hard to control herself. "You never came in me during our last meeting," Priscilla said, her manicured hand squeezed his thigh. Matteo could vividly remember. The ropes, the humiliation and his wants for more. "You didn't let me, so enough with the blame game," Matteo responded, as he tried to concentrate on the road.

You can get her to go almost anywhere with the temptation of food, but it better be damn good. There are also no clubs in Bisbee, having to go to the next city over just to have the same amount of fun, if not more, that she can have at home. "Okay, I'm ready! I'm coming down now," Noel says and grabs her phone to hang up, but sees that Priscilla already ended the phone call 5 minutes ago. She makes it outside to where Priscilla is leaning against her cherry red Subaru, a guilt gift given to her by her dad for her 16th birthday last year because he wasn't able to make it, like the majority of her birthdays she has said.

While the house was empty, I made a copy of the divorce papers and duplicated the USB drive. I took one final look around this home, placing the copy of the divorce papers and the USB drive prominently on the coffee table. Then I put on my sunglasses and walked out of the manor without looking back. Outside, a black sedan was waiting. The driver opened the door. Silas stood beside it and extended his hand. “Welcome home, my principessa.” At the hospital, Theo arrived to find Isabella lying in the VIP ward, her face carefully done up to look pitifully fragile.

My eyes did the whole talking; I don't; I've lost enough to start thinking of a car. She quietly got into the car and the driver drove away. Priscilla's legs kept shaking and she chewed almost every nail on her fingers. Now I see that she's so nervous and can't control it. I don't know what relation they had but she's really good at expressing it. “You loved him?” I asked sternly. “He had always been my partner since you left the company for me to help you with, we have worked together even when he didn't recover from his previous injury ... .I…” she explained, almost breaking down.

"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.

Oh... "Priscilla was caught off guard and nearly got her tongue bitten. However, Tristan did not allow her to resist and kissed her until she was dizzy." "By the time she regained her senses, Tristan had completely taken advantage of her!" "At this thought, Priscilla pushed him away and exclaimed, ""Don't you know the state you're in? You're a doctor! Urgh! A doctor of your calibre shouldn't be seeing patients.""" "After saying that, she walked away angrily, but it looked like she was running away."