Princesa Valiente Novels & Stories

for three days nothing happened, but at last in the night the Princess heard something flutter against her window, and drawing back her curtains she saw in the moonlight that it was an Eagle. limping across at her utmost speed she threw the window open, and the great Eagle sailed in beating with his wings for joy. the Princess lost no time in offering it the carbuncle box, which it grasped in its talons, and instantly disappeared, leaving in its place the most beautiful Prince she had ever seen, who was splendidly dressed, and wore a diamond crown.

She was my queen. But my mind drifted back to the dark dungeon where I had last seen her. Her face was ghostly pale, with faint, bruise-like shadows beneath her collarbone. The vibrant fire in her eyes was replaced with a cold, terrifying emptiness. Guilt tore at me. I tried to tell myself she was safe, that my men would make sure she was taken care of. But I didn't dare pull her collar away to look at the bruises. I just ordered my men to have her checked by a doctor.

Whether it’s because of her involvement with the anti-Noble movement or some other reason I can’t fathom, she is trying to make us reject her since we've refused to accept her rejection. And the way she’s been going about it, all these tactics and mind games, even going so far as to contemplate finding our weaknesses and preying on them, has just been… Diabolical. She’s utterly vicious. Fuck me! A smile curls my lips, and my heart begins to pound. She intended to make us hate her, but now that I know she’s possibly as devious as us, she’s never getting rid of me. And I do not doubt that if any of the other princes finds out what she's been up to, she would have to forget about ever getting r

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

For me and for my people. When I opened my eyes, I looked at him with newly found determination and finally said it, loud and firm, "I, Ember Valdez, the princess of the South, reject you, Nicholus Dicaprio, the King of the North, as my mate."

The princess was curled up on the recliner, reading a book. Valentine smiled and took time to admire the room while waiting for Alisa to notice her. It looked every bit princessy. Dolls, flowers, library, pillows, gold gold gold. "Val?" Princess Alisa's voice startled her. "Oh I'm sorry, your highness" Valentine bowed. Alisa flew into her arms. "You're okay?! Eric didn't hurt you" She loosened her grip and scanned Valentine for any injury. "He didn't hurt me" Valentine confirmed and Alisa grinned.

But this particular prince had already read her mind, very wise indeed. “Let them come hither.” She held her chin up. “Declare this to my people, we are to receive guests this sun down. Prepare them to be on guard on the borders.” “Yes, princess.” Chaerin bowed as Dari initiated the orders. ~~~ At sun down, many knight riders came along with prince Jion. It was like a whole battalion was escorting him. They had finally reached the valley where they passed the borders of it. The prince noticed all the guards in the borders of it. It was like the whole valley was secured with all possible attacks. He was not sure who planned it but it made him more curious about this cursed princess. For many

Could barely breathe. Elena Valdris was Princess Elena Ravenwood. The woman he'd treated like garbage was royalty. The woman he'd called worthless was worth more than his entire family. It was almost too absurd to believe. Like something from a fairy tale. Except this fairy tale didn't have a happy ending for the prince. In this story, the prince was the villain. And the princess had become powerful enough to destroy him. Jack drove home slowly, his mind spinning. When he walked into his mansion, Victoria was waiting in the living room with red eyes from crying.

How can Valencia, tortured for the past two years, suddenly accept that her life is more complicated than she thought? Daniel, who saw Valencia's flat expression due to shock, was a little worried. He knew Alexa, aka Valencia, was a woman who could not easily show herself in public. She is pretty reclusive and unjust even though she is a noble princess and the fiancé of a prince. Daniel let out a rough sigh before explaining the truth. Moreover, the fierce woman beside Valencia, who continued to corner him, made Daniel extra patient.

It was like heaven on the hill. A girl was standing on the balcony of her room smiling, looking at the front yard of the palace, which was filled with flowers. She was beautiful the way flower and sunlight were beautiful, warm and glowing and golden. She has the face of a goddess with long blonde hair that reaches down to her waist. Her name is Violet Valerina. She is the princess of the Merrill kingdom. The smile on her face suddenly disappeared and turned into fear as she watched the border guard enter the palace gates on his horse with his body covered in wounds and blood.