Sofia Princess Ivy Novels & Stories

Americus does not miss a beat. "Not what. Who." She holds the medal up slightly, letting it catch another angle of light. "Meet Silver Preston. Olympic hopeful. Skating prodigy. Cover of International Figure Skating Magazine. And she has been hiding her entire history under her bed like it is something to be ashamed of." "Please," I say. "Just put it back." The room goes quiet. Riley sets her notebook on my desk slowly and looks at me with the expression of someone recalibrating something they thought they already understood.

Ivy dismissed him with a wave, visibly pleased with herself. "Thank you, Ms. Hart. I'll head out then." After her assistant left, Ivy sat before her mirror, touching up her makeup carefully. Today, she abandoned her usual innocent look for something more sophisticated—a style reminiscent of Sophie. She deliberately applied bold red lipstick, adding a seductive edge to her normally sweet appearance. This duality—innocent yet alluring—was exactly what had kept Ryan fixated on Sophie all these years. And Ivy was determined to use every advantage to secure her position.

I slammed the latest search report onto the floor, my eyes bloodshot. Sophia walked in carrying a tray of espresso. Seeing this scene, she felt a secret delight but kept a mask of concern on her face. "Darling, don't be angry. Ivy is a top-tier assassin with professional training. If she wants to hide, we won't find her overnight." I tugged irritably at my tie. "Hide? Where can she hide? No money, no ID, and critically wounded! The family Vendetta order is out. No one would dare harbor her!"

she greeted me with a sweet voice. "Hello," I replied instantly with a smile. "I'm Lizzy, short for Elizabeth," she introduced herself. Your name is Ivana, right?" she asked me nicely, putting her arms on the back of the chair. "Call me Ivy," I told her before closing the book I was reading to keep her company. Lizzy wears glasses and she has medium-length blonde hair. She also has a sense of style in clothes which I don't have. Since yesterday, she's been the only one who talked to me properly.

She said and trudged off. Sophia stared at the invite. "Ivan could work. He is good looking and maybe Mom will finally back off if I introduce him to her" she said then smacked her head against the desk. "Why couldn't you just keep your lips to yourself, Sophia. Where is your pride for the love of God" she wailed, then proceeded to mess up her hair. **********

Sam whispered into Eva’s ear causing her to stop walking. “I have a mate and although he rejected-“ “That’s not a mate. That’s a sorry excuse for scum and I know you don’t want to get into anything until the rejection is final but I am positive that when that happens I will make you mine.” “How are you so sure that I want to be yours?” Eva scoffed at The Prince’s cockiness. “I’m not stupid Eva. I could smell your arousal the minute you entered my room. You want me. Maybe not as bad as I want you, but I do know that you want me.” The Prince spoke as he slowly pushed Eva up against the wall.

The anniversary of the death of her mate is fast approaching, and I wouldn’t want to hurt her either, but she got to let her children live their lives. I’m in my dress, getting shoes on, when Astra returns with a beautiful brunette. I have never met Olivia yet, but she is very pretty and seems a little shy. She gives us a small smile and waves as Astra introduces everyone. When she gets to me, Oliva offers a deep courtesy. “I am very honored to meet you, your Majesty.” She says, but I just wave a hand at her. “My name is Ivy, and you might as well use it as we are already family!” I tell her, looking at myself in the mirror. I notice she looks at Astra with a confused expression, but Astra j

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

Her new life felt like a dream. Until— "Madam, Mr. Vincent is here," a maid reported breathlessly. "He's asking to see you." The magazine in Sophia's hand fell to the floor. A ripple went through her heart, but it quickly settled. She looked up and met Alexander's tense gaze. He put down the strawberry he was holding, his voice tight. "Princess, do you want to see him?" Sophia looked at his tense profile and suddenly smiled. "No." She reached out and poked his cheek. "Keep feeding me strawberries."