Sofia Princess Ivy Novels & Stories

I feel like I'm one of those bullies who takes advantage of their assets and make other people feel like losers. I maybe a Princess-like born with such fortune in front of me, but I'm still a human. I am also full of flaws and imperfections like any other person out there. Maybe I am a modern princess, but not in fairytales. --------- Third person's POV Sylvia couldn't help but lose an owl laugh because of what she heard. Now she knows the reason why her daughter went to Olivia Wines ’son’s office. And the business matters that it said are just a favor related to the selection of the construction company that will work for the new project to be launched by the company.

Sofia said, her voice dropping into a flat, determined tone. She grabbed the heavy fountain pen, its nib carved from the same sapphire glass that once powered her blades. She didn't hesitate this time. She signed her name at the bottom of the vellum—not as Sofia the Sovereign, but as Sofia Quispe. The ink was a deep, iridescent violet, the color of the blood she had shed for the people outside. (NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW)

I manage to say, pushing through the tension holding me back. “Miss Ivy isn’t an auction girl anymore,” Beta Wilson cuts in. “She’s Prince Spencer’s personal maid now.” Beta Wilson seems to be defending me, but it doesn’t seem like Princess Sylvia is too happy about it. With every word he speaks in my defense, the princess only becomes angrier. “Personal maid?” Princess Sylvia scoffs, rolling her eyes. “That’s just the excuse Spencer is using to keep her around right now. He’ll get bored eventually, I’m sure.”

Did he see through her? Sofia laughed dryly. “If Arthur has decided to ghost me and move on, then that’s his loss. I’m not going to sit here and mope. I’m a princess. I always get what I want in the end.” William offered her a small smile. Sofia had to work from curling her lips in a sneer. She didn’t need his pity. She was stronger than he gave her credit for. Even from a hospital bed, she could get what she wanted. And what she wanted was Arthur.

Martello gave Sofia a brief look before getting into the car and speeding away. “Do I really need to be here?” I mumbled under my breath, but it seemed Sofia caught my words, shooting me a disapproving glare. “What should we do today, princess? Should we shop like there’s no tomorrow?” Ivanos asked, trying to lighten the mood. She lit up with excitement, bouncing on her heels. “Yeah! There’s this dress I really want. I need to get some things for a sleepover.” “A sleepover?” Ivanos inquired, curious as he guided her inside while holding her hand.

She dreamed of finding love and purpose in her own life, just as they had done. Driven by her admiration for Gabriel and Elena, Sofia immersed herself in the work of the Princess Isabella Foundation. She became an ardent advocate for those in need, dedicating her time and energy to making a difference. Gabriel and Elena, touched by Sofia's determination and the echoes of their own past, took her under their wing, nurturing her passion and guiding her on her own path of purpose.

Victor got up and angrily left while Abigail rolled her eyes, "If it wasn't because I had nothing, why would I choose to be with a loser like you? I want the prince. I'm more beautiful than Ivy, and I have more class. I went to school and I'm exposed. I can even carry a child but she cannot be a mother. If the prince can see Ivy and fall for her, perhaps he doesn't even have beautiful girls around him. I think if the prince got the chance to meet with me, I will also catch his attention. Well, this is what I should work toward. If Ivy can get the prince, so can I. I'll get the prince and make him mine."

“Why are you still awake?” “I was thinking about stuff and also binging some series,” She yawned again. “Anyway, I have to go now. I have work in three hours. Bye.” “Take care, Ivy.” I said. “You too. Say hi to Jocelyn and Henry for me.” She replied before ending the call. + Sofia's POV “Mummy, please take me with you,” Olivia whined as I stepped out of the house to attend a friend's pool party.

Theresa opened the door just as I came around the corner and there he was. Brian. Fresh off his concert, still wearing his leather jacket and sunglasses like a walking magazine cover. “Thought I’d check on you,” he said, stepping inside like he owned the place. “Saw the news. Heard about what happened to your wife.” My jaw clenched slightly. He took off his glasses and glanced around the penthouse. “Damn. You’ve upgraded.” Then— Footsteps. Soft, familiar. I turned. Ivy was walking down the stairs, wearing a silk robe and nothing underneath but bare legs and confidence. She was glowing — unaware of who just walked in.

That wasn't even funny I gave him a slight punch on his elbow then I walked upstairs to the indoor cinema following his directions. "Wow, wow and wow!" I exclaimed on seeing the room. There were like six sofas and then a big screen in front, I think it was part of the wall. "you like it?" I heard him ask. "yea" I replied paying little or no attention to him. "I'm an only son from a royal family, my parents were killed when I was ten years in a mafia rivalry and all this are theirs "he said in a sad tone.