Sofia Princess Ivy Novels & Stories

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

Ivy pipes in, defending Kola as she had been since I came back from seeing Kola with Tomi, barely holding myself together while Princess ranted on my behalf saying all men are scum… and other words which were not pleasant to hear about Kola. “This girl why are you just defending him, can’t you see what he did to your sister as proof enough that he is not what he portrayed himself to be, what did he do to you that blinded your eyes the way it is eh?” Princess turns to face Ivy and normally Ivy would back down but she stood her ground.

After a while she told her that she was already done so Mia turned around, now that she was closer to the girl she could see that she looked so young. And she was also pretty too, the outfit she was wearing was a black outfit with a little flower at the hem of the dress. “My dress is pretty right?” she asked following her gaze. “Eva filled you with what is happening right?” Mia asked instead of answering her the question she asked. “Yes she did and my name is Ivy. Be rest assured I know everything about the Mafia Queen, even when her period is due” Ivy replied. “Wow, okay I believe you but no need to exaggerate it” Mia remarked.

This stupid virgin wouldn't know what to do with a man like Zeus. "Hey! You can head home, beautiful; I got this," I faked. "Bye!" Ivy smiled while skipping from the bar. "Problem?' Zeus interrogated. I rolled my eyes. Please. He knew why I was bothered. "She's a virgin, you know," I exclaimed. "Who?" he asked. "Ivy," I clarified while angrily wiping down the bartop, "You can't just fuck her." "How old is she? And she's still a virgin? That's rare," he commented.

"Watch your tone when you speak to our Princess." Princess? The entire hall froze. Sophia was the first to react. She let out a scoff. "Princess? Ha, that’s hilarious. Ivy, did you really come up with this skit just to win Alexander back? You even hired actors?" She turned to James. "Sir, I don't know how much she paid you, but I suggest you stay out of her little drama." Fury flashed in James's eyes. "Insolent! You dare speak to the Princess like that?"

I sipped my wine thinking about the newly met girl Sofia. Sophia Costantinovich.  𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝘾𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙝  She captivated me. Luca knows it. Her innocent eyes, evoked something beastly inside me. An urge to see her. . ............. ...................................

She says, and I hear the pounding of my heart, I sniff, holding back tears. "It wrecked my entire existence that you had no reason to live. It's you, Viola, you are the fairest of us all, I named my baby girl after you, and it shakes me to the core that you didn't see yourself the way I see you. You don't like you, you don't want you." She exhales, out of breathe, but continues after.

He’ll find you waiting for him in something sexy. Isabella's cheeks flushed. Isabella: When should I take the drink? Valeria: After your shower. Then send him a video. Trust me. Isabella took a deep breath. “Okay…” she whispered to herself. She followed the plan. After showering, she slipped into the delicate lingerie Valeria had chosen for her. It felt unfamiliar… bold… but she wanted tonight to be perfect. Then she picked up the small bottle. Without overthinking, she drank it in one gulp.

Astounded by the fire in her eyes, the venom in her tongue, and her heaving chest, Vladimir took an unpredictable step forward, closing the gap between them. “Or what?” He questioned in a challenging tone. Ivy's stomach flipped, as his scent consumed her nose. “What will you do to me if I keep bossing you around, Princess?” He questioned again, pushing a button he knew she wouldn't be able to resist responding to. “Don't call me Princess. Don't you dare–” her eyes caught a glimpse of her reflection in his eyes, and she paused. Abruptly, her head shot down to see herself in an oversized shirt, which on a single whiff, scented exactly like him.