Princess Vivian Voice Novels & Stories

It is a sign that the ball in celebration of the queen's birthday have begun, valued guests are already swarming in the royal garden, greeting and praising the queen, along with her family. "Princess Vivian Urson from the Kingdom of Tarvan!" the announcer announced. A beautiful girl with dark obsidian hair, white porcelain skin, and precious amethyst irises then came in view from the entrance. She approached the royal family with grace and curtsy with all respect. "Good evening, your Majesties." She straightened her posture, "and most of all happy birthday Queen Elvira, may your beauty shine more." "Thank you Princess Vivian." Elvira smiled back, "may your beauty shine as well."

"The princess whose mommy called national when her precious baby didn't get her first-choice bid." "At least my mother answers my calls. Yours still pretending you don't exist, or has she officially replaced you with the dog?" Someone gasps. Margot - the blonde senior with tits that could stop traffic - whispers "Holy shit" under her breath. Vivian's composure cracks for half a second, rage flashing across her face before she smooths it back to ice. "Everyone out," she says quietly. "Except Margot and Sienna. Now." The pledges scramble for the stairs like the room's on fire. The door slams shut, and suddenly it's just me, Vivian, and her two senior attack dogs.

ZANDER We were all stunned when we heard her voice. “Set me free, you old hag,” Vivian muttered, her lips barely moving. We all turned sharply toward the bed. She had been lying still for so long. Not even a twitch. But now, her mouth moved, and words—real words—came out. For a second, I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. But then she said it again, a little louder this time. “Set me free… you old hag.”

"Where did you get these numbers?" "I walked the storehouses myself," I said. "I talked to the head maid. I didn't just guess." Vivian reached out and touched Dominic’s arm. "Your Majesty, she is just an omega trying to play the role of Luna no one asked her to. She's just a traitor trying to act smart. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” I felt the sting of her words, but I didn't let it show. Instead I gave her a cold smile. "A Queen cares about whether her people live or die, Princess Vivian. A spoiled brat only cares about her expensive dresses. Which one are you?"

He told them. “It is not like we want these powers.” Vermeil spoke and carelessly shrugged. Nicht glared at him, and Zedrick blocked Nicht’s sight of Vermeil. “Well, let’s go back to our previous topic.” Nicht spoke, referring to the matter that Lovis realized earlier. “What is Her Highness the Princess guilty about?” he asked and smiled. Everyone’s gaze turned to Lovis, waiting for his answer. But, Lovis can’t speak. “Enough of your bullshit!” Vira yelled and glared at Nicht. “I still haven’t settled the score with your kin hurting Rayven!” she said as a purple orb of light appeared on her hand.

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

I meant the kick I gave to him earlier. " Adam go strain her and part her from him, specially her legs and , Hany go kill him at once "he said the warrior stood up sighing from his aching wound yet he Ironically said " ha kill who, me , and part us , the faithful lovers , how evil!?" Hany , the young soldiers was about to attack when he stopped him " wait , just for the memory which princess is she exactly " Hany said while laughing " she is the princess Muons , the darkened King's fiancé , didn't you know"

Once he was gone she looked back and went up to Caden. "You can't be here you need to leave," she demanded. "Then you're coming with me." he fired back. "I have things to do and you are getting in my way. The people here are dangerous and I don't want to deal with anything having to do with you." Caden took the wad of cash from her hands and flipped through it before handing it back to her. "Is all of this just for money? You have plenty of it, Princess. Wait, no, I should not call you Princess anymore, how about Venus."

L’oana, on the other hand, was vocally clear with her opinion. “What the hell did you do, you fool? No… don’t answer that. One look at little Miss Princess and I can clearly see what you did. Are you out of your mind? Have you no sense at all?” she hissed as she stomped back and forth. “I have half a mind to abandon you right here and let you fend for yourselves. You obviously don’t give a fig about anyone or anything.”

PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS IT HELPS MY STORIES!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE I CAN IMPROVE OR WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT. THANK YOU ALPHA BEN "THE PRINCESS IS YOUR MATE," Vince shouts, and I growl loudly. "Shut up," I order, and he thumps down in one of my office chairs. "I haven't told Chelsea," I disclose in a low voice. "Ben, this is the kings' daughter we are talking about. Do you realize what you have done by parading a chosen mate in front of her," Vince says before gripping his own hair like he is the one stressed out.