Subaru X Priscilla Novels & Stories

He did not know what happened to him, but he felt connected to her somehow and he was beginning to understand her. He had never been so wrong about someone before. Everytime he thought he knew her, she showed him another angle to her and he got confused. With every layer that he unveiled, he became more certain that he does not know her, and he probably never will. ****** Chiara parked the car in front of Priscilla's house and switched off the ignition. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at Xavier. "Needless to say, if you try anything funny, you know who will pay for it." He did not reply her, he opened the door and got out.

A shameful yet innate weakness of a woman. In this case, it was Xiao. Xiao is Priscilla’s Achilles’ heel. Xiao sharply turns and hugs Priscilla, blocking the swift vampire from her. Everything slows down and all she could see was the blood burst from his back, covering her vision in red. Xiao’s eyes dull for a moment, but he keeps his face controlled to not let her see him in pain. As it seems, Priscilla was also Xiao’s Achilles’ heel. Was it… centuries-old fondness? Or a long-buried affection, merely because their worlds were too far apart?

She gritted her teeth and whispered, “No matter what you are the eldest young lady of the Swift family, the No. 1 beauty in the entertainment industry? You have chased after him for six years. Now you are waving a flag and screaming at the top of your voice with some bunch of fans. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” Nancy turned and glared at Priscilla, “You always manage to say the wrong things”. Priscilla smiled triumphantly, her gaze passed Ben’s team, and landed on a black racing car on the opposite side. The small flags and banners over there had Paul Roman's name on them. When Priscilla looked for information relating to Paul on the Internet last night, she inadvertently stumbled across

she asked, her voice closer than I pegged her to be. Xavier’s wide eyes stared up into mine, as I turned to face the wrath of his mother. She looked as I remembered her the day it all happened. “What do you want from me, Priscilla? I’ve given up decades of my life, I’ve apologized, I’ve grovelled, and I’ve suffered. Do I have to die for you to move on?” She laughed, her braids swinging around her shoulders. “You’ve been doomed since the moment you ignored me. The moment I told you that he was in that cabin, and you lit it on fire.”

“Mr. Cedric and Ms. Maia, could you tell me where we are supposed to go?” “Prismara Hill,” Cedric instructed. “Got it.” Baz started driving toward Prismara Hill. Shortly after, Maia remembered that Baz was supposed to drive the drunk Paine back, she immediately asked, “Baz, did you manage to send Paine and Priscilla back smoothly? Were there any paparazzi trailing you?” After the show was broadcast, Paine and Priscilla became a hot item. Their popularity increased further when the public had found out that Priscilla came from a family that was once rich.

she said, her voice steady. Priscilla's cold voice commanded, "Raise your head." Adelaide slowly lifted her head as instructed and faced Priscilla, though she avoided eye contact. Yet, she could still sense the coldness in Priscilla's gaze. "Humph, so you do have a captivating face. No wonder my son's smitten," Priscilla sneered, her nails digging into the armrest. A high-ranking omega assisted her as she approached Adelaide, hand raised to strike. "How dare you seduce my son, you tramp?"

GABRIEL By the time I reached the main entrance, my truck was already rumbling out front, thanks to Austin’s efficiency. The man didn’t need orders anymore—he just read my face and filled in the blanks. I leaned against the side of the truck, arms crossed over my chest. A moment later, Priscilla stepped through the doors. Behind her, Davina strolled out like she was walking a damn red carpet, hands on her hips and an arched brow aimed directly at me.

“Sorry, I couldn’t get the M8 you wanted. There are none of them left in California right now. You can take this first and I’ll get you the M8 after it’s stocked up.” ‘Look at her, how generous.’ She was able to buy a luxurious car that cost hundreds of thousands just like that, as if she was simply buying a balloon. “Alright!” Alex wasn’t picky with cars. They headed to a spicy stew restaurant. Michelle was surprised. “You wanted to treat me to this?” Alex replied, “I was initially going to treat Priscilla, but she went home. Let’s just order something simple.” “Are you trying to pursue Priscilla? I can help you, you know? I’ll have her in your bed in just a few days.”

Priscilla said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, as she took a step closer. "Lead the way," Black Hound replied. Priscilla smiled and motioned for Black Hound to follow to her car. It was a neon green Lamborghini, parked in front of the building. He must be submissive if he let her lead. Priscilla thought. She had dominated a lot of men but not as big as this one. She was already feeling moist between her legs. Priscilla pulled the key from her bra. She hated carrying handbags. She was not like other women and Mr. Hound was going to find out. She pressed the unlock bottom and the car beeped to life.

"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.