A Principessa's Ledger Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

“I had been keeping this list should there be any problems in the future… I didn’t know I’ll be needing it soon to prove my innocence…” I tossed a ledger in the table. The prince immediately picked it up and scanned through it. “That ledger contains the names of the vampires we have helped over the past few weeks and the treatments they were given. You can interview them and trace each one of them to your heart’s content if that’ll appease you, your highness…” After a few minutes, the arrogant prince’s countenance has softened. My alibi worked.

He pulls me closer and kisses the back of my hand. “This is Princess Lyra Sokolova and yes she is a vampire. Lyra has actually been fighting for this pack even before being formally introduced and I would appreciate it if you all have respect for her and her people. You will all have time for meeting each and everyone of them later but for now I’ll to the more pressing matters”

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

He obeys hesitantly, but it’s a direct order and that is something he cannot defy. I walk around my desk and sit down in my seat, the sudden idea of how to get the perfect revenge on the Lycan now within my grasp… She says she loves me… she’s willing to die for me… I can’t help but chuckle, throwing back my head as I laugh out loud, wondering how I never saw it before. She’s blinded… here all alone… My laughter only gets louder as I realise that my revenge is already before me. His little pure-hearted princesa, I’m sure he’s got a soft spot for her, and how better to break him than to destroy her?

I lashed out, but she easily blocked my attacks, her expression calm and collected. "You're nothing but a broken little princess, Lucianne," Aurora said, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Tell me, how did it feel when your mate slit your wrists himself?" That was the final straw. With a roar of fury, I charged at her, my daggers aimed straight for her heart. But my anger made me reckless. She sidestepped at the last moment, tripping me with her pole. I stumbled, losing my balance, and she was on me in an instant, her pole pressing down on my throat. I blinked in surprise, the rage falling away. My face flushed with humiliation as I lay there realising what had just happened. She had baited me

Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Sophia, you're not actually mad, are you? I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I was just casually chatting with them, and they all fell for me. That's not my fault, is it?" Lucy nodded along. "Of course it's not your fault. It just means you're charming. Not like some girl who thinks being a Principessa means every man in the world will fall at her feet." Lucy and Annie exchanged a knowing glance, smiling to each other.

The stares of the guests were extremely intense, and I could hear whispers coming from all directions. I placed my hands elegantly atop each other, gracefully bending my hips forward with my eyes closed. "Heir of the Di Santoro family and Celti'ki. I, Artemis White - Princess of Europe and heiress to the White family - grant permission for you to place 'La Piaga Rossa' on my sacred body. Thus, I grant you the title 'Prince Consort', as my future husband", I replied, my words confident. Practiced. I'd been practising such a phrase since childhood, so that when my fated partner came along, I wouldn't make a single mistake. Who knew I would be using it here, now, with someone who wasn't my fate

clever women die just as easily." She pulled the blade free without flinching. "So do cowards." In one fluid motion, he was in front of her, disarming her before her blade could blink in the light. His hand closed around her wrist and slammed her against the wall, breath knocked from her lungs. He leaned in, lips grazing her ear. "You're not here for information," he whispered. "You're here for revenge." "You sound scared." Nikolai chuckled, low and quiet, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Why would I be scared of the girl who betrayed her own sister for a crown that no longer exists?" Priscilla shoved at his chest. "You don't know anything about me." "Oh, I know enough," he said, eyes gleamin

“Are you sure this is your choice duchess? This would cause a burden to the Xaviera’s. I could hang you with a felony. Surrender now, Duchess. Your duke is not here. You are powerless.” She continued slinging her sword at him and he kept on dodging it. The prince then slipped and she had taken advantage of the situation. With a final blow, she managed to kick away his sword and the prince fell on the floor. She pointed her sword at him and smirked, “So? Do you need enough reason to prove that I won now? The prince spat on the ground and hissed, “This is treason against the empire.” “Hell if I care.” To her peripheral vision, she could see Ven gaining advantage too as the knights were surrend