Veronica Princess Novels & Stories

“Wait, let me finish. We both know that I have been promised to a man that I hate more than anything that brings me displeasure in the world. You realize that you shall need to kill him as well?” “That is a whole other war on its own. That will be me claiming more than what I possibly need. But I will claim it with a smile on my face.” “Fair, then let me ask you this. You have been promised to someone as well?” Then it hits me; the whole time while I have been running to make my princess mine again, I have forgotten about Veronica. She is another problem that is waiting to blow up in its own spectacular way. “Princess, there is no need to kill the woman. She just needs to be shown the error

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

His dreads were half up, gilded in silver jewelry that curled around his newly pointed ears. He looked good, more than good, and I was torn between wanting to hit him and wanting to hit that. He patted my modest quit cover, looking more out of place than when he had a flame for a head. "I think you might want to sit down for this, Princess Veronica Coltrane Tayfaren of the Eversummer. Second Daughter to the Court of Sun and Light. And apparently, my betrothed." "What!?"

Veronica’s POV “For the sin of stealing the virren moonstone and attempting to kill the Five Elders by poison, here stands Veronica Crysmorra, former Vameer, and Luna of the pack to receive her divine punishment.” There was utter silence. I thought that my heart would beat fast in fear for my fate but perhaps I am too dead inside to feel any of it. Everyone was looking at me— in disdain, disappointment, anger, and many other things.

Most girls mumble in pity for the unfavored princess,that was currently angering the only Heiress of the general and also the fiancee of the crown prince. The dark light pink hair blown slightly, her long eyelashes staring downward. The super pale skin was greatly showed due to her dull grey gown and white turtleneck and long white hand gloves that showed how thin and slender the fingers were; that crossed on the thin handle of the glass cup. Her half plum lips were juicy looking causing most people to blushes really hard, including Lily. Red blush of anger. " You-you! You bitch!" Her hand swag towards the glass slitting the wine on the stud looking Veronica.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

In the middle of the night, when only darkness lurks around everywhere, when the evil comes out to hunt and prey on predators, a woman sneaked out of the castle to dodge every guard, she with amazing skills climbed trees and flung from one trunk to another. She was desperate to reach somewhere or rather meet someone. She knew she was failing badly in her given task. The woman was no one other than Veronica. Veronica had snuck out in the middle of the night to go and meet Boston for further planning of breaking the bond between Queen Kelly and Alpha Sebastian.

Sophia's point of view: The governor’s birthday ended at midnight, and the drive home was unbearably quiet. While I sat in silence, trying to enjoy my first big win, I felt uneasy. Something about William didn’t feel right. He had too many secrets, and I suddenly felt stupid for letting myself trust him. I didn’t say a word. Instead, I picked up my phone and typed in the name Marie had called him—“Victor Falcone.” I combed through the internet, social media, anything I could find. But there was nothing—no pictures, no real information.

The reverend regained his excitement and said, "now, do you Prince Dominic Roman Kingston, take this lovely woman, the princess of Andorra, Christine Dohana to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" The Princes face lightened with excitement, "I do." "Now then, do you…" As the reverend spoke, Princess Dohana began to sweat. Her world felt like it was on fire and she could barely breathe. 'Jake, save me. Save me please.' Before Dohana knew it, the minister was almost done asking the question, "in sickness and in health, fo

He says with a smug smile like it’s easy to win me over. “ I’m not your princess and I’m not little.” I say clearly looking up at him. “ Oh yes you are.” He says patting me on the head making me frown. I suddenly hear my phone go off. I take it out and it’s a message from an unknown number. I walk away from Enrique as I open the message. “ Be careful my little devil. I’m coming back for you soon and I’d rather not have him around.” The words ‘little devil” immediately stands out to me there’s only one person who ever called me th