Princess Vivian Voice Novels & Stories

she said, her voice sounding like a royal but also like she was truly worried. He turned to her, standing very straight. "Princess Anne." "This is a truly bad thing that has happened, Captain," Annie said, making her eyebrows go down like she was very worried. "Isla... just to disappear like this. Do you have any idea, any small thought, about what might have happened?"

He got a reply that made him to look up. "Yeah, I found what I'm looking for," a flirtatious voice hissed. It was Vivian. Her raven black hair was let down. She wore a ripped jeans that exposed her thigh and a transparent top. Her lips were glossed with bright red lipstick. "What are you doing here? Get out!" Alex yelled. Vivian walked up to him and purred, "I see you are alone. So I came to entertain you". "I don't need it. Get out!"

Diva said and Apex nodded gently. “What are we going to do about that? Because now that she is the crown princess, there is no way we can gain control through that way again if Isabella is already the crown princess. And looking at that little witch she would be sassy as hell.” I pointed out and Diva burst out laughing. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” She laughed. “It's just funny how a sassy person would call another person sassy. Someone below a quarter her age.”

A faint, impressed murmur. Lysandra leaned toward my father and whispered something. Her lips barely moved. Her eyes gleamed with calculated malice. His shoulders twitched faintly, a tiny shudder that told me everything I needed to know and nothing I wanted to accept. “Father,” I said louder, desperation slicing through my voice like a blade. “Please. Look at me. Say something. Anything.” He did not blink. He did not even seem to breathe. The herald continued, as if reading a grocery list. “Multiple witnesses report that the princess attempted to stab Her Majesty this evening.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.” They grinned, eyes lighting up as they studied her. One of them tilted their head and whispered, “You’re really pretty… Are you playing a princess in the movie?” “Princess?” she asked, taken aback. Before they could answer, a voice shouted from the other room. “Boys! I told you to stay in front of the TV!” The kids pouted, but quickly scrambled to their feet. “We found a princess,” one of them called back. Vivienne stepped into the room sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt—”

That woman had just turned off his phone in the middle of him speaking! "Damn it! Vivienne!" Tristan rampaged hysterically, hitting his car dashboard repeatedly until it vibrated. Passion, curiosity, and anger were now mixed into one, making the crown prince of the Vance clan truly lose control over himself just because of a plump woman named Vivienne.

“Tell Zara to send someone else.” “Why? What’s going on?” Vivian asked, confused. “She’s trying to get rid of my spikes!” he whined. Vivian rolled her eyes. “Victor, you’re playing Prince Emerys. Use your brain.” After she left, Victor grumbled every curse word under the sun but finally sat still and let me work on his hair.

As the ladies assisted me, I hoped no one could see my expression on their faces. "You're looking absolutely stunning," Princess Viviana exclaimed as she hugged me close. “Me?” I burst out laughing. "You are the real princess," says the prince. The compliment, on the other hand, made me very happy. The sense of disbelief grew stronger. It turned out to be true. Princess Viviana appeared to be a vision from the heavens in her ethereal white flowing gown. She was, in fact, the most beautiful woman on the face of the entire planet. I didn't feel any resentment or resentment for admitting this.

She looked at Vivien whose eyes were wide. "Princess.." the white armored woman started to protest. "That's an order, Vivi," Zillah cut her off and turned away to head back to the palace. Vivien looked down, her bangs covering her eyes as she gripped the bend of her arm. Marjien looked at Vivien with a sad and almost pitying expression.

“Vivian Jones, you said? Ah yes, Lord Jones’s daughter. I know your father well; an honorable man on the council. Tell me, child, what occupies your days?” Vivian’s eyes sparkle. “I studied abroad, Your Majesty. Literature and the arts are my passions. I paint when I can, and I play the harp.” The king’s brows lift with delight. “The harp, you say? How fitting. My Christie plays too, though only for the family circle.” I stiffen at the mention, offering a small smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. Vivian turns to me, her expression bright with admiration. “How wonderful. You must be very skilled, Princess. Perhaps one day you will indulge me with a song.”