Sofia Princess Ivy Novels & Stories

Sofia was waiting in the foyer, crying. She saw me coming down the spiral staircase and rushed up, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Brode…" "What." I was adjusting my cuffs. I barely looked at her. "That bitch Evelyn keeps harassing me. You have to do something!" Sofia was sobbing hard enough to choke on it. If I hadn't seen the whole thing from the second floor myself, I might have believed at least part of it. But she was too stupid, too greedy, too bad at knowing her place.

SOFIA The king who chose me to marry his son is here to collect what he was promised. I have seen the king on my phone and on TV, but I have never seen him face to face, and honestly, I wish I hadn’t because this man is scary as fuck. At fifty-three years old, King Ilya possesses a commanding and intimidating presence. His long blond hair falls past his shoulders, framing his cold silver eyes and sharply defined diamond-shaped face. His regal features give him the appearance of a powerful monarch, but his aura carries more menace than nobility.

It hurt so much that I placed my hand on my chest trying to steady myself, even though I knew it would barely do anything. Ivy Hart wasn’t just like every other girl I knew. That was why she was the only person who could make my heart beat like it was going to tear out of my rib cage, and what hurt the most was that she was in love with the wrong brother. Dante would never know her worth like I did. Hell, he doesn’t even know her like I do, and I wasn’t going to stand around hoping that one day he does. No. I am Voss Solano. I don’t sit around waiting. I go out there and I get what I want, and now was the perfect time to win her over, the golden opportunity presented to me on a platter, and

He dials the phone. My phone rings and I take it out of my bag and put it on speaker. Nicole looks at me shocked. Ryder smiles and we begin to walk together to the front of the hall. I hold my phone above my head so that all of the people can hear it ringing. I slowly walk through the parted crowd of shocked people. I climb the stairs onto the stage, turn my phone off and put it on my bag. I reach my hand out to Theodore. “Hello, I’m Princess Ivy of Ice Moon. I’m happy to be here.”

I didn't brushed my teeth yet. "good morning, Princess" I greeted her. She likes it when people call her princess which she really is. "Philip" she called with a soft voice and then a tear have left her eye, and then for a moment she bursted into tears. Seeing her cry, breaks my heart. "what's wrong?" I asked and quickly stood up to approach her. I walked towards her and held her in my lap. "Princess Sofie, what's wrong?" I asked. She didn't said anything and continued to cry. She hugged me and cry on my chest.

I was up. The emcee looked at the paper and stammered. Through the microphone, you could hear him ask if the name was correct. They looked over at me and I raised a single brow at them. It seemed they were doubting what they saw. Eliza was snickering as she walked back to her seat. The emcee took a deep breath. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Elentari ‘Silk’ Tirisil. Princess of Faerl and Lunar Guardian. Graduating with honors, an Associates Degree in Computer Sciences and Communications. Minors in English Literature and Fine Arts. Accepted at Princeton, Yale, Berkeley, NYU, and UIC. Will be attending Berkeley.” The room went shockingly quiet as I approached the stage, each step felt heavier t

Chloe stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She tugged at her beautiful dress that was stained with red wine. Droplets still dripped onto the floor. "I didn't invite you to my birthday party to humiliate me, Daniel." It was obvious that Susan was behind it. Chloe was the youngest daughter of Ryan Summer, the Chairman of the Summer Corporation. She had three older brothers. She was showered with endless affection from the moment she was born. Chloe started acting at sixteen and, by twenty, she had already won major awards in the entertainment industry, thus becoming the most sought-after actress.

Instead of a blonde hair, she was now wearing a black lux almost waist long, her eyes like that of a frightening reptile which resided under those huge rivers in the deep forest, her skin’s fair and white but strange markings were playing around her body like it was an ancient spell or a cursed she was bound to bare. What was more hideously scary about herself now was her deep craving for blood. Warm fresh blood. Sweet meat of animals. Raw and tender. Fate was indeed cruel. It made her a real savage this time. And seemingly all things happened in place like the war, King Teuton captured by the same prince. The marriage to the wrong person; To the wrong prince. The princess stood up unveiled

Ivory was a sweet little girl born to the lord and lady of Davister witch, the most powerful of all the three clan. She was the ideal daughter but lacked the will to perform magic, despite this her parents still loved her and made her their major priority, knowing that their god Selene would surely bless their daughter. All attention was on Ivory while her younger sister Alovia was left out.