Sofia Princess Ivy Novels & Stories

I don't know what to except, looking at the situation around me, we are surrounded, my family is being held hostage, and the guys aren't letting me go. "Victoria, you really are a bitch you know that", "True, but I'm the bitch that got your first mate", "Do you really think that you won, are you forgetting who I am, I'm THE fucking HYBRID PRINCESS bitch",

They walked across the room that surprisingly didn't echo. " Good evening Princess. May I ask who is with you please?" A voice said and they both turned to see where it had come from. A man almost as wide as he was tall stood nearby. How did that house of a man go unnoticed? " And what is your position and badge number, may I ask?" Sam replied. " Vice Head of Security Princess. Badge number 3110200242." The officer stood at attention and stated.

Sera opened her mouth but she felt lost for words with no energy to choose between consoling or explaining. The maid pulled back, wiping her face clean. “ Don't worry princess, I promise to help you bring back your memory.” She forced a smile and said. “ My name is Ivy.” “ Ohh, Ivy. And my name?” Ivy started getting teary again and before she answered, she burst into another round of tears. Sera’s shoulder dropped again. ‘ Is she always a crybaby?’ “ You don't even remember your name?” She wept. “ It's Princess Zaria.”

She asked me. “What she means,” Ivy said before I could. “Did anyone inject anything into her, just before this ordeal started?” “No, Princess. Not that I saw anyway,” Silvia answered, and I looked at her, wondering why she called Ivy a Princess. I know Ivy is the Princess but I haven't heard Silvia call her that. Maybe it's because of the people around. “What is the course of treatment?” She asked. “I don't know,” Silvia sighed. “Even her mother, the second best researcher in the kingdom doesn't know what's going on,” she continued.

“Rosanna will no doubt become the Queen in the end, so I have nothing but disappointment awaiting me if I end up caring about it now.” “But, you could still win over her.” Ivy said, her voice filled with determination and passion. “You’re very beautiful My Lady, and kind and smart and so many more wonderful things.” Her hands moved faster through my hair as she talked, picking up on her rising energy. “You could turn the Prince's head and show him that you’re a thousand times better than her!” She yelped as the words left her mouth, freezing for a moment before leaning in close to me and whispering. “I mean, Lady Rosanna is a very cold and greedy person, she’ll surely drag the Kingdom throug

"Even when you were married to Alexander, I could see it. This inner strength. This quality that set you apart." I stared at her. "Are you serious right now?" "Absolutely. You've always been remarkable, Ivy. I mean, look at you. You've transformed yourself. And now this? Finding out you're Vincent Blackwood's daughter and heir?" Sophia's laugh was bright and completely artificial. "It's like a fairy tale. Cinderella finding out she's actually a princess." Alexander nodded eagerly. "She's right. You look amazing tonight, Ivy. Absolutely stunning. I barely recognized you when I first saw you."

I wore it like armor. Sofia never did. She didn’t need to. Because she was born into this. To be daddy’s little heir and princess. She stood beside our father as she belonged there, and the room had been built for her. Well, tonight's gala is also in her name. Ivory silk hugged her body. Sequins caught the light with every move she made. Blonde hair. Perfect wave. A smile trained. Warm enough to calm a soul, hard enough to set a fire. To disarm men and kill for sport.

She grabbed my leg and held it in the air while I hopped on one foot, embarrassed and frustrated and close to tears. "You're not trying," she said. "I am trying." "You're not. You're going through the motions. You're pretending to fight because you think that's what I want. But you're not actually fighting." She released my leg. "Why?" I looked at the floor. "Why, Ivy?" "Because I've never fought back before." The words hung in the air between us. Sofia was quiet for a moment. Then she sat down on the mat and gestured for me to do the same.

She sounded exasperated as she expressed. " Ivy is, then?" It wasn't even a question. The answer was painfully clear. Ivy had killed him.. To have taken down such a strong man, one that even the former Queen recognised, she wasn't ordinary, then. She wasn't just a princess. She was dangerous. "I wish it was as simple as her judt killing him, my dear." She expressed, rising to her feet. " What did she tell you?" She asked, eyes locked onto mine. For a moment, I hesitated, but under her unyielding gaze, I had to come clean, about Ivy's open temptation, posing as Sabrina while pretending to be drugged, and her bold marriage proposal when I saw through her.

IVY. Sophia let out a sigh that was laden with resignation and a hint of sympathy. I turned away from her and gazed at the wallpapers elaborate floral design which seemed to contain the answers to all of the universes mysteries. As she approached the door, her footsteps were quiet. “Ivy” she said softly “I'm always available if you… if you want to talk…about anything.” I did not answer...I couldn't. My heart was an aching bruised lump in my chest and my throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper.