A Principessa's Ledger Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

The parents gasped collectively. “That mafia principessa aura is terrifying!” “Anthony really had everything and still ruined it. He deserves it!” “Smack.” Alessandro slammed a document onto the table. “This is the high-interest loan contract personally signed by Anthony.” “With the compounded interest, current principal and interest total…” Alessandro glanced at the numbers, his tone terrifyingly calm. “One hundred and thirty-seven million.” I turned the document toward Fiona and pushed the livestream camera right up to her face. Then I tapped heavily on the final clause at the bottom.

I naively believed that if I changed myself into the version he liked, I could finally be happy. "What I got in return was being chained to a tree and treated like trash by a group of trash." I turned back to face William. The vulnerability and fear from the nightmares were gone from my eyes. In their place was a cold, familiar edge, one forged through blood and war. "The Zendaya who tried to be a good mate? She's gone. What they'll face now is the wolf princess who crawled out of a mountain of corpses." I stepped up to him and extended my right hand. It was scarred and battered, but still steady and strong.

George and Becky’s faces looked like emojis. “You are getting married, George, and you never told me.” Her hands trembled as her lips quivered. The betrayal stung her just like revenge felt good. This was my little gift to them. I haven't even begun yet. I was Princess Normani, a woman of royalty. We were taught how to sharpen and wield our swords. I haven't even started t o sharpen my sword yet, and tears were already flowing. Ha!

“ Did he look like this? Helen looked at the picture for a few seconds then slowly nodded. “ Yes, that's him” My pulse quickened, Victor Kane the first real connection. “ Open the box” I said. Maria stepped forward and removed the lid. Inside were several items. A pearl earring,a bloodstained handkerchief,a small silver bracelet,a folded hospital firm and a sealed white envelope. I really can't recall dropping this before I died,or were some of my memories clashing with that of Vivian. My hands shook as I picked up the envelope. Across it was written. If anything happens to me,give this to Vivian.

Strippers twisting around a long pole on the stage. A place filled with secrets and sin. No one here knows that she was a foolish princess who has left her throne behind for an enemy. She settled at a corner in the room. With a single flick of her hand, she summoned one of the waitress over. “Your strongest mix, please,” she said, slamming some dollars on the table. The bartender picked it up, disappeared into the crowd and came back minutes later with a glass of drink and placed it on the table. Ravenna took a sip. It burned down her throat, and when it reached her stomach, she felt goosebumps on her shoulders and the air at the back of her neck rose.

"Sign the papers, Bianca. Stop making this difficult." The Judge shoved a stack of vellum across the cold slate desk. Each page was topped with the Vane crest, but the ink was a dark, crusty brown. Dried blood. The "Blood Ledger" wasn't just a record of debts; it was a lineage of stolen power. "I'm not signing shit until you tell me why Arthur is in a cage," Bianca snapped. She stood in the center of the Judge’s reinforced study, the air smelling of ozone and old dust. Her fingers trembled, hidden in the folds of her ruined robe.

Illarion Black was now sitting opposite Queen Minerva. They looked at each other vengefully. The Queen's blue Netra flashed wide as if she wanted to kill the young man in front of her. The Black Prince replied with a gaze no less sharp and cold than his black bead as dark as night. It is no longer an open secret that the Black Prince hates the Queen. This is based on the dark story of the Prince's past, which is directly related to the Queen.

It’s like runes, only they are glowing around his hand and arm in a golden colour. ‘I have no idea what it is either.’ He replies to my unanswered question. I’m about to answer him when someone rises from their seat and clears their throat. “Before the king accepts his chosen, I fear that a grave mistake has been made… The Lycan Princess is the niece of the Deimos Prince… an enemy of Helios. Are you certain by taking someone who is a descendant of the Deimos line that you will not make our God turn away from us?” she asks quietly, raising an eyebrow as she looks around the hall.

It would only bring overly good news or overly heart-breaking news. I pulled the paper out after a few seconds and I unfolded it. It was blank. I quickly brought my thumb to my mouth, biting into it until I tasted the blood. I brought the thumb down to the paper until it was kissed by a drop of my blood. Words suddenly appeared. The vampire royal couple left nothing to chance. Dear Princess Zisealer of the Dragon People, first daughter of King Zahhak. We write this letter in great sadness to inform you that….