Veronica Princess Novels & Stories

He didn't display his king status; on the contrary, I completely forgot he’s a king whenever I spoke with him. "Princess Asta Eragonia, what a pleasure to meet you." Adrian addresses a guest. "I have heard only good things about you. Please follow me. I will escort you to your fiancée, King Omar." My eyes went from admiring Omar to noting the model female taking Adrian's arm. No wonder Omar lost his heart. Saying she is gorgeous is an understatement. Bold expressive brows, smokey eyes enhancing her green iris, red lipstick affirming her authority and self-confidence, and her caramel highlighted brown balayage hair to one side, uncovering the golden dragon ear-cuff with an elegant string earr

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

she said proudly as they stepped into Olympus without a hitch. Veronica dusted her dress off, "Never do that again." "Why? I thought you liked destroying things." Alice said, walking gaily more into the Olympian territory. "Veronica, Princess of Lust, and Park Alice of the Summer Isles. To what do we owe the honor of having our gates blasted to bits?" A surprisingly good-natured voice greeted them. Veronica almost snorted in laughter at what was said. But she immediately clamped it down as three goddesses showed themselves in front of them, looking intimidating and almost identical to each other, only to be identified by the different colors they wear.

The queen exclaimed in fright, jolting up in horror when the tribe princess’ eyes shed a thick, hot stream of blood, continuously flowing while she stared at nothingness. Even the chambermaids of the queen beheld in much terror on the princess. Then came Shuna from the princess’s chamber, running to Alminah’s direction and made her wore that snake bracelet that she left on her room. In that instant, the marble blue eyes of the princess returned yet her cheeks was still damp with blood. In low voice, she uttered the prince name and some strange languages in native tongue that no one understood before she passed out into her own darkness.

I walked to her side urging her to sit but she refused. “Where is the Princess? I would tolerate everything but to mess with Princess I wouldn’t like that,” she was ready to snap my head in two. How did she know the slave I bought was a Princess? How far did she know? I eyed her encouraging the rest of her words to come out, one leg over the other. “Do you want to put us all into troubles? I wish to spend my last years in peace. Let Veronica return to the Palace. That child isn’t someone to mess with; she is highly intelligent and her schemes would put you in a hard position. Until you know what she is planning, Don’t help her in any request!” “How can you assume I had the Princess between m

She could be any daughter of this house. I bowed as protocol demanded, my voice steady despite the storm building in my chest. “Your Majesties. Thank you for your welcome. Your palace is breathtaking — yet even here, nothing compares to your crown princess. The songs don’t come close to the truth.” Queen Veronica’s lips curved. “You speak graciously, Prince,” she said, smooth and weighted. “But that is not the crown princess.” She inclined her head toward the radiant woman at her side. “That is my daughter, Marina.”

He asked, loudly. “Yes, your majesty.” They chorused in response. “At this point, I think I'm talking too much.” He said jokingly, in a bid to lighten up the already tense atmosphere, and the people chuckled lightly. “Now, without further ado, as the Alpha of this pack, I present to you: PRINCESS VERONICA CHARLOTTE SILVER. Our beautiful beloved princess.” As he spoke, Luna Isabella walked in with Veronica, who was arrayed in a royal attire, like the royalty that she was.

announce Minister Kingsley with a smirk on his face. The two ladies bow with grace while their orbs lock on Alphonso's sculpted face by the perfect hands of the Moon Goddess. The first lady with blue eyes, pale skin, brown hair, and pink, small lips opens her mouth to state her name, "Good day, I am Veronica Trace, the daughter of Lord Trace, a viscount in the Persley Kingdom. I swear in my name to win the title and the heart of your Prince Alphonso." She ends her introduction with a soft smile as she touches her chest, feeling delighted.