Aria Princess Novels & Stories

He stopped laughing the minute he took a look at my face, instantly composing himself he turned back to Zachary, "As of 8pm last night Annalise Elisabeth Shaw became the next in line for the crown, instantly making her Queen of the Vampire empire, even if she didn't know, she is the last blood relative of the reining King and Queen, so you see Zackie boy this fight is null and void",

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

I turned my fury on Macro. I splattered paint across his ceilings, floors, walls, and all his expensive furniture. And he grabbed me in the bathroom, pulling me tight against his chest, his hot lips pressing against the side of my neck. "Sera... be a good girl." Sera? My parents hadn't called me that since Karen came home. They would only ever yell my full name, Seraphina. A sharp ache hit me, and I returned his kiss, turning all my resentment and pain into wild, urgent desire.

Seeing this, Carissa didn't press her and instead chatted casually, asking, "What's your name? How long have you been serving Grand Princess Lisandra?" "My name is Aria," the maid answered. "I've served Her Highness since I was 11. It's been 12 years now." "I never would've guessed you were 23. I thought you were only 17 or 18. Your name is lovely," Carissa complimented with a smile. "Her Highness chose my name," Aria replied softly. "I see." Carissa noticed Aria kept glancing toward the inner chamber, as though she were anxious to return. "Aren't you supposed to be attending to Her Highness? Is she settled?"

Then she leaned in a little and said: “Look, Iris… that beautiful girl over there is Princess Sophia, Prince Kevin’s fiancée.” I looked in the direction Maya pointed, where a girl was standing next to him tall, with long silver hair reaching the middle of her back. Her skin was very pale, and her eyes shone calmly. I sighed and said: “She’s very beautiful.” Maya said with a smile: “Yes, she is. She’s our princess.” Then I suddenly exclaimed in surprise: “But she doesn’t look like you! She doesn’t have green skin or a strange appearance!” Maya laughed and said:

"You know Ariel right?" "Yes, she's the first daughter of Jobe Asika. From what I've gathered over the years, she's a beautiful young woman with fair skin and noble character. She's submissive as she would only do as she's told and wouldn't get in your way. Also, she's past the mating age, so she's ripe for the picking. But it was rumoured years back she battled acute-"

Something about them wasn’t adding up. The cream smelled of lavender and something else and looked similar to what Jared had given her. She took a little with the tip of her finger and lifted her shirt. “That looks more than a little bruised, Ava,” Alpha Diego said as he put some drinks on the table. The cream seemed to work the moment it touched her skin, so she wondered if Iulia had whipped it up herself. Relief made her sit back and take her first full breath since Mr Hansson had broken her ribs.

Her beautiful self. I couldn't let go of Pamela after all what she had been through, after all what she went through with her Parents and siblings, her Family. I was the only one she told her story too. She was actually an Italian princess, daughter of the King Marcus De Luca and Queen Serena De Luca. She didn't like royalty, I understood that. When she was sixteen, she was almost forced to get married to a certain prince, Prince Carlos Marchesa. He was around 30. She ran away from that with the help of her lesson teacher, her parents thought she and her lesson teacher eloped due to some lies her siblings accused her of and finally disowned her. She was no longer a De Luca anymore. Her lesso

“This cannot exist.” Aria slowly lifted her head. When she looked at him, something fundamental had changed within her. There was no rage or vengeance, only calm certainty. For the first time in her life, she no longer appeared to be someone apologizing for taking up space in the world. She stood straight, calm, and immense. Ancient power moved quietly beneath her skin with complete control and no trace of chaos. The southern king whispered hoarsely, “What are you?”

Sira and Ira were also witnessing the scene in the water. "Get up!" she commanded just like how her father, commanded his subjects. Katrina got up at once. "Arianna, your real name is Ariya and you are a princess of the white wolves pack!" Jon started which made Princess Ariya stare at him. She blinked her eyes as she wiggled her legs that were hanging on the edge of the bench. "When you came to us it was in the middle of the night and you were shining like a star. Your eyes were bluish-purple and your hair was candy corn. These tiara and the pendant were inside of this gold linen!"