Sofia Princess Ivy Novels & Stories

“You used me.” Princess Ivy paused, then straightened her shoulders. “Cruel saves lives,” she said. “Don’t overthink it, you just have to serve Alpha Douglas just like you are serving Alpha Alaric,” she walked around me, her heel clicking on the floor, echoing in my heart. “Who knows he might make you one of his concubines.” I clenched my fist, my chest beeping fast, I could hear the sound coming from my chest, and it shattered me, I touched the aim of my dress, biting my other finger, I looked down, I was shaking, not in fear but anger.

I explained to Sonia what had happened and she sighed with her hand over her face. "Of course, you don't lie to me, you only withhold. I believe you but one thing you must understand is that Sofia did not leave because of that" "Did you listen to a word I said? She caught--" "Sofia is the Mafia Princess" Sonia suddenly interrupted me and my eyes dimmed in confusion, "What? What's that supposed to mean?" My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess"

Joan asked and they laughed. “ I'm a darling. That's the reason, I don't hate” Minnie said more like a whisper and Sofia chuckled. “ Are you sure about that?? What about me?” Sofia asked and Minnie frowned dramatically. “ Do I know you??” “ Ohh. Wow, you don't know me” Sofia said “ I thought so too. But you look like Mrs Hawke Sofia, the mother to the princess of the house named Queen and a darling to her gorgeous friends” Minnie said and they all laughed out.

Many of the king's sons were crazy about hee, it made her get many matchmaking proposals from the kings for their son, even though she was only 15 years old. Princess Sofia walked gracefully towards Nathania who was standing with all her attention on her. Princess Sofia stood in front of her, showing her charming sweet smile and lowering her head slowly paying homage to the figure they thought was the Great Prince. "Good afternoon, Your Majesty! I am Sofia Grevaldia, daughter of King Julian and Queen Erika of Evangelia. It is a great honor for me to meet the Grand Prince of Lithonia!" she said gracefully and confidently. Enchanted everyone in the hall.

Damn it! "Everyone, this is Ivy, Princess of Asteroy, and as you all know, she is and will be my mate for eternity." There again, he dropped another bomb on them making everyone go wild. “Did he just say, Princess? Did I hear him right?” “Oh my goodness, I was thinking I had a chance with the King but turns out his mate is far better than any of us here.” “They look so perfect together! If she's truly the Princess of Asteroy then I give them my blessing.”

“Yes. But he didn’t gift me that, and you know it.” “You’re right. He didn’t give you a Lamborghini. He gave you the car I wanted—Porsche 911, Ivy.” “But I rejected the car! And he gave it to you.” “Yes. He gave me the car I wanted because you rejected it. And what did he do next? He went out the very next day and bought you a Lamborghini.” Her voice rose. “And you sit there and tell me you didn’t steal my father from me?” “Sis, trust me, I didn’t. I would never do that to you,” Ivy said desperately.

He didn't even tremble, yet I almost fell on my butt! "I- I'm sorry." I clear my throat and hurry to apologise, but then I realise there's actually no space left between us and I'm leaning on his chest. My cheeks get hot, even burning and watching him in the eyes makes my mind play the scenario that Nancy offered the other day at the party. Christopher is at least a head and a half taller than me. Always wearing a perfect white shirt, carefully put below his belt. The tight black slacks are sometimes changed to black denim jeans and his hair is always precisely put back. And let me not mention the amazingly smooth shaved face of his.

"Elmsworth, I trust you see the gravity of this situation. We will pursue legal action against the market for this defamation of Princess Isla's character." Master Elmsworth cleared his throat. "With all due respect, Your Majesty, the footage… corroborates the market vendor's account. It clearly shows Princess Isla placing those iron spoons into her satchel." A stunned silence hung in the chamber after Master Elmsworth's pronouncement about the security footage. Queen Isolde was the first to break it, her regal composure cracking slightly.

Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library, Apparently princesses weren't permitted to read books that involved science or sports only etiquette or tea parties so Daciana had to hide them in her gown and hid them in her secret compartment she built in her room. The royal ball was an important night it was one shot to get Prince Eric charms working with the princess of Loria but that very night of joy turned into a nightmare of agony. Princess Daciana, the black sh

Damian conceded, attempting to cool down any further tension between himself and Ivy Just then, Prisca walked out of one of the rooms, engaged in a heated conversation with a nurse. Intensity filled her eyes as she confronted the nurse, her voice commanding and assertive. Ivy, who had been silently observing, couldn't help but change her facial expression from its previous state to a wide smile. Damian, noticing Ivy's sudden change, rolled his eyes in disgust. After all, Prisca wasn't Sebastian's mother, so he couldn't understand why Ivy was trying so hard to impress her.