Princess Vivian Voice Novels & Stories

But before I could step away, her voice cut through the air like a whip. “And remember, Daciana, a princess does not rush like a commoner. Walk with the grace that befits your title.” I slowed my pace but as soon as I was beyond her sight, I hastened to my chambers, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as the heavy door clicked shut behind me. “Daciana” a feminine voice shrieked startling me for a minute. It was then I realized I had company. “You still haven’t abandoned your old habits, have you?” she teased, rising to embrace me. It was my cousin Princess Avery. "I thought you were done skulking around the castle with that... contraption.”

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

Liz and Ron are my Grandparents just as much as Lillian and Everette are. "Presenting Marquis and Marquess Blanchard, Lady and Lord Rinmer, Sir Skylard Blackhawk and her Royal Highness, Princess Allisara Nimair of the Kingdom of Nimairene.” A Butler calls out as the curtains part. My Grandparents are the first to walk out, the two taking a seat on the stage. Next, Liz and Ron take a seat, Liz blushing at the attention as people call for Ron and her to look their way but they too take a seat. Sky leads me to the last two remaining seat that are situated between Liz and Grandmama, the two of us walking to our destination with our heads held high. We both take our seat, Sky giving my hand one l

People covered their mouths, some shook their heads, others whispered between each other. “Did she just say that?” “She must be crazy…” “Alpha King’s woman? What a joke!” “I will lick my butt if that's truth!” “Some people dream too high. It's irritating.” “When has it been heard the Alpha King has a woman?” Vivian’s chuckled mockingly, shaking her head in amusement before her lips curved. She folded her arms across her chest, her red nails tapping against her sleeve. “Oh, this is rich,” she mocked, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “Well, since you can go around calling you yourself the Alpha King’s woman… then I suppose I’ll call myself the King’s mistress!”

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

Her tone was identical to the alluring one Priscilla had heard over the phone before this. Priscilla had only been slightly taken aback by Vivianne calling her an old hag, but the realization quickly dawned on her. Wasn't that the voice she'd heard through Frederick's phone?

Alexander chuckled "I am the King without any King dress.." "But how can you be King then?" "My name is King.. I am not any real King.." Alexander replied.. "O" Vivian formed an O shape in understanding.. "You are like me! You are your family's King! Like my mom says, I am this family's princess.." Alexander picked her up on his lap "no, your mom is not right.. You are a real Princess Vivian.." She chuckled and hugged him suddenly.. She is happy when he praised her saying princess.. "You tell Vivian princess.. Then you are a real King too.."

Queen exaggerated adding too much lies. She sounded so disgusted that you'd think she was God's own angel. I can tell that this was getting on Vivian's last nerves as she clenched her fists. "See ehn, they were so engrossed in it that they didn't see me walk in and yank the duvet off them. They thought they could get away by covering themselves up! They..." "Shut the fuck up!" Vivian shouted. "Who are you talking to?" Queen asked. "You! I said shut it up!"

Vivienne badly wanted to wear her crown but she would bring death by just putting it on her head. ”Never did I see someone as beautiful as you, Lady Eloise! If only you own a royal crown then you will fit in as a real princess on one of the four kingdoms!“ Vivienne flushed a faint smile for the madame's compliment. She can't tell her she's indeed a real princess of the fallen Grilux. She wouldn't and will never tell her her anyone. ”Your compliment is very well appreciated, Madame Mimosa,“ Vivienne offered her gratitude and bowed.

“My princess.” “Ugh,” she almost muttered. Not this time, wrong timing! Her grip on her glass tightened. She forced another gulp of the wine down her throat, hoping the liquid warmth would calm the irritation rising in her chest. “Hazel?” she repeated, the crease between her brows deepening. “Yes,” Adrian replied simply, eyes bright with childlike excitement as he swiped to accept the video call. “Um, baby… you can talk to her later, mm?” Vivian’s voice faltered, her lips twitching in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She set her glass down quickly. “Please… just this once. Stay with me. We—”