Evil Princess Novels & Stories

Irene said with a Tsk. “I guess you understand that now, clueless little Valencia.” She added with a mean grin, she literally cackled that villains in Disney movies like Cinderella’s evil step mother or the witch that kept Rapunzel locked up in that tower, Irene sounds eerily similar to them right now, it’s creepy.

Though she pretended to be a saint in front of the whole family she was the worst nightmare in Valencia’s life. She had an affair with Valencia's mate. Emma always harms herself and tells everyone that it's Valencia who did it. She can't stand her presence. Valencia was as beautiful as Snowwhite. And her long mid thigh strawberry blonde hair, sky blue eyes. She was the most beautiful girl in the Blood Moon Pack. After she came back to her pack Emma lost her identity. Now she hasn't the power she used to have when Valencia wasn't there. So Emma despised her. And to get rid of her she hired someone to kill her. And she succeeded too.

she uttered, her voice stopping me dead in tracks. My fist froze, an inch from her face. I burned. Fury stirred violently deep inside me. I struggled to stay calm. I could feel my wolf… roaring in my cage, clawing furiously… But all I could do was gnash my teeth together as the rage inside me boiled over. “This is the only way to save your precious little maid,” Emily crooned. This must be the real evil princess Sheila warned me about. The real Emily Vesper. She would go any length to get what she desired.

Valerie said, placing her wet palm into her head and acting as if she were suffering from a headache. “You are Zhilux Vociferious, The Empress of the biggest and most influential empire in all of Somorah,” the lady easily persuaded and worried Valerie. ‘Zhilux’ ‘Zhilux...’ ‘My Empress, wake up and return to me right now...Zhilux’

Sometimes, that person's thought process is so complex that I am unable to comprehend it. I groan and shake my head as I notice another aristocrat who passed me. I can only presume that she is Lady Velia, the second evil lady. Even though her bad deeds in the past weren't intended for me, they were for Callia and the imperial members. Since she despises those from lower social classes and imperial blood. She shares my birthplace, is more prestigious than I am, and was formerly engaged to the former crown prince until the present empress took her place.

Valeria was a kingdom of breathtaking splendor-a land of rolling emerald hills, sparkling rivers, and a towering castle that pierced the sky like a shard of silver. It was also a kingdom ruled by fear and whispers, much of it attributed to its sharp-tongued, unrelenting, and ruthlessly ambitious princess, Lady Daphne Vasquez.

A while later, while Callum got dragged into a loud debate about film budgets near the kitchen, a woman approached me holding a glass of champagne. She looked around my age, dark hair, bright eyes with nervousness in her face. “You’re Hautea Javier,” she said immediately. “Sinclair-Javier,” I corrected automatically. She smiled. “Right, sorry. I’m Piper.” She shook my hand quickly. “I write for The Lens.” That caught my attention immediately, it was an actual arts publication. Not about gossips nor society press. “I know your work,” she continued before I could respond. “The Queens industrial series? I found your site last year and completely fell in love with it.”

"Just give me back the necklace." Isabella shook her head. "I don't need any of that." "Then what do you want?" Isabella feigned a thoughtful expression, then a cruel smile spread across her face. "I want you to get on your knees and beg me for it." "What?" "Kneel. Apologize for how you've treated me. And then beg me to give you the necklace," Isabella's eyes glinted with malice. "You were so awful to me before. Now it's your turn to beg."

However, my mother was a prideful heiress, and she immediately realized that some manipulative wolf in sheep’s clothing had set her up. Without even bothering to defend herself, she grabbed the crying girl and slapped her twice on the right side of her face. “I never did. I’ll do it now.” The manipulative witch’s entire face became so swollen that she looked like a pig. She even cried like one. The crowd was livid, but they could do nothing about it. Someone leaked information about this, and her image as a bully became even more set in stone. Those who liked her loved it, and those who hated her despised her even more.

Deep within the heart of the forbidden forest, a hidden conversation unfolded between two extraordinary beings. Elva, a mischievous forest pixie with emerald wings, scolded the young girl named Iana. Her porcelain skin glowed pale as the moon, her tresses cascading like a waterfall of purest snow, and her eyes held the shimmering hue of sterling silver. "Iana, what were you doing there?" Elva admonished, her tiny form buzzing with agitation. "You know how perilous it is for us to venture into the realm of humans."