Veronica Princess 소설 & 이야기

Alice The bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her. Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.

"Why'd you bring a stranger here?" "Oh, come off it,” one of the drunk men said. “It's not like this place is the Ritz." The newcomer's frown deepened. He used a pocket knife to carve sticks for roasting marshmallows, “Do you have any idea of the Lycan king's daughter named Ashanti?" At first, he seemed annoyed by the question but saw how eager I was for him to speak. “Ashanti is King King Omri's daughter. She's been missing for years now. The girl ran away from her wedding."

As Princess Consort of Vercia, surely she would have that right? Princess Amber, wife to Prince Philip, was someone she didn’t want to become. The betrothal had been arranged when they were children. Maybe she could work on her father, because all her lady mother ever talked about was Beyla fulfilling her duty. Her elder brother, Tyr, would stay here in Eggsor and become Jarl when anything happened to their father. His Vercian middle name of Edmund would be forgotten and she would no longer be around to tease him about it.

Alicia smiled "This is one of the reasons I want to be her friend, she sure doesn’t know these things. She is a princess who is used to receiving gifts and might never have been taught to give gifts” “Her mother did a terrible job of raising her then. She isn’t even fit to be Baroness, sooner or later we will get a replacement for her” Martha said in annoyance. Maria signalled for her not to speak any further as Alicia is still an outsider and the prime minister's daughter. Martha rolled her eyes at Maria. Alicia saw what Maria was trying to do and frowned. She sensed that Maria for some reason doesn’t really like her.

Suddenly, I felt anxious under their skeptical gaze. “Yes sir. Infact the palace is extremely beautiful along with every paintings and artifacts present here. Thank you for having me here, His Majesty.” I smiled and he looked pleased. “Let me introduce you.” He announced and turned his back on me. I stepped beside him keeping a foot distance. “Queen Lara, Duke Charles, this is Princess of Albertville, Elma.” He announced and I fidgeted with my gown slightly; giving them my curtsy. The Queen smiled softly and gave an acknowledging nod. As for the Duke of Camlittle, as introduced, had pensive face.

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

hi,this is my first novel. Hope you enjoy! CHARACTER LIST Liniluna Vale | Female Omega | Age 29 | Status: Divorced Scent: Rare earthy scent of wet soil and crushed leaves Profession: Healer’s Hut Assistant (unofficial, outlaw role) Personality: Quietly defiant, observant, emotionally guarded Background: In a pack where omegas are not allowed to work, Liniluna secretly assists at the healer’s hut with her beta friend. Her independence makes her an outlier and a subject of gossip.

Lima was about to get up from the couch but Amara held her hand to stop her. "Grandma please, stop making excuses, I want to know about her." She requests pointing to the huge photo of the mysterious lady who looked exactly like her sending strange vibes. Lima sighs sending a silent prayer to God to protect her unsullied grand daughter and started her narration as usual in the most interesting way. Princess Veronica was the second born to the King Achilles who ruled the ancient land of Hamster. With big black eyes and long hair she was a beauty since her childhood but unlike most of the woman she did not want to embrace the tenderness of a female attributed to her.

she utters before clapping her hands as a signal. Some warriors rush in, and two immediately capture me. I feel a hard knock on the back of my leg, my knees fall to the ground before her. A hard push on the back of my head, forces my head to bow, my face almost brushing the floor. I hear the screeching sound of the chair, and I know she has just taken a seat in front of me. “My name is Princess Veronica, Alpha Arthur’s fated mate. I know your miserable friend and you, don’t know who I am. But it’s not important. I hate low-lives knowing things about me. Luna Chloe told me everything,” she informs, and I giggle to myself.

If Kaylin was dubbed the 'white swan' of Malibu academy with her ability to captivate audiences, Veronica is the 'black swan' that is both mysterious and attractive. Veronica's personality is quite quiet, introverted and has no friends. She's the same age as me and doesn't come from a noble family. She is Ms Glenda's cousin, a descendant of a family with a tradition of ballet since childhood. Out of all of us here, Veronica is considered to be the most innovative and unique ballet dancer.