Sofia Princess Ivy Novels & Stories

Ivyrose beamed, her sparkling eyes making me so guilty. "If you insist, mademoiselle." I kissed her hand, the way she liked it. Ivyrose grew up as her father's princess and she loved being doted on. Being the daughter of one of the richest business tycoons in the country, her life growing up should've been perfect, but one incident 10 years ago ruined her happiness.

[my princess]. I was both happy and scared that Lorenzo and I finally decided to tell Vincenzo about us after so long. Lorenzo was my first everything and the thought of losing him scared me to death. I just hope that tomorrow goes well and doesn't end with my relationship with my brother, falling apart. SOFIA RAMOS' POV

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.

Milo was glaring at me and threatening me with his eyes at the thought of not having any mistresses. “And what about the Princess? Does she get suitors as well?” “Of course not Sire! Women are to remain chaste and wholesome. She is either touched by you or branded a whore by her father. Royal etiquette and rules are followed to the letter.” Ivan looked quite horrified at my question. “I’ll meet the mistresses later. Give me everything I need to prepare for this meeting this afternoon.” We spent the next five hours going through ledgers and complaints and if I read one more letter about rivals I was going to shoot myself. Ivan was thorough to say the least. By the time we had to go to lunch I

‘I am so sorry. She whispered and he felt her tremble and his arms tighten as the dam inside her burst, ‘I am so, so sorry.’ Tears streamed down her face instinctively he picked her up and sat in his chair giving her the comfort she needed, Ivan signalled to the other guards and Uri and Noa, ‘I think a stiff drink is in order.’ He said leading them across to the kitchen giving Dmitri and Alcina some privacy, closing the door with a loud click and making him smile at their attempt at diplomacy.

Her eyes lock onto me, cold and dripping with an inner malice that makes my skin crawl. She steps forward, her strong fingers wrapping tightly around my upper arm, pulling me away from the rescuer’s reach with a force that deliberately pinches my skin. “She doesn’t really like other people touching her skin,” Sofia says, turning into that gracious, performative purr she uses for the public. She looks down at the rescuer, her lips curved into a tight smile. “Do you not know the Bennington Princess of London? She is accustomed to her own staff handling her personal needs.”

Violet snapped her finger, changing into her true appearance. Musa stumbled backwards, frightened. “You look hideous! how could I know someone like you?!” “Wait a moment, honey.. Her name sounds familiar.” The man struggled to move but he couldn't so he asked gently, “Are you the second princess of Thestryn, Violet?” Musa eyes widened, “Huh?” “Yes, she was indeed the second princess of Thestryn.” Uak stepped into the situation, angry. How dare the tiny woman look at her master and call her ugly?!

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr

It was all her fault, all her fault for kissing the princess. Kaia's death would not be forgotten, she would get revenge on Icran and soon. She dismissed the servants and moved to sit on the balcony, with a notebook and quill. She dipped her quill in ink and began scribbling on the page. Wasting the day, she wrote down every idea, every important name and place that could factor into her plan. Once the sun climbed into the middle of the afternoon, she gazed into the garden to find Aynyra strolling through the well-manicured bushes. She wore a thick gown with a large winter coat and delicate gloves to protect her from the new freezing winds. The snow would soon fall, merely weeks away.

“And he wasn’t even that angry when he left. He must’ve gotten over it by now, right?” She studies her reflection once more, her confidence returning in waves as she takes in her radiant beauty. She’s heard it countless times: no man has ever been able to resist her charm. Alaric should be no different, no matter how much time has passed. The assistant hesitates before adding, “I heard Ivy plans to go after him when he gets back.” “Ivy, that slut?” Sophia lets out a melodic laugh, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “She’s not even that beautiful. What gives her the confidence to think she can compete with me?”