Veronica Princess Novels & Stories

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

So she decided to give Veronica a piece. "Jasper, step aside," Vanessa said. "But Miss…" Jasper was about to say something, but Vanessa had already walked around Jasper and stood before Veronica, her head held high. Veronica was taken aback by Vanessa's sudden change in demeanor. "Hello Veronica, I am Vanessa. Princess of the crescent moon pack, and I met Alexander at the Blackwood pack," Vanessa said. "The Blackwood pack? The same pack that is wagging war against us? How could Alexander allow you to stay here? You are definitely a spy," Veronica shouted, pointing her hands at Vanessa.

The hostility aimed at the royal princess made her satisfied, and when she looked at the king’s complexion, which wasn’t as happy as when he received the prince’s awakening in the past, she somehow felt emboldened. As everyone was talking among themselves in their seats, or standing in groups, Celosia suddenly spoke. “Princess Irene, we all have been waiting for you to arrive at the banquet. Now that you are here, I will use this glass of veri to congratulate you on your awakening.” Veri was a kind of drink for the vampire race, similar to wine, but made of blood. As Celosia spoke, she didn’t notice that Irene’s expression was the same as yesterday when she tricked her. Like a cat teasing a

Veronica, the real one, was shaking in pure anger as she listened to what the dark witch was saying. She can’t bear to imagine that Liam had sex with this ugly fart. She just stole her identity, her very own beautiful face and body just so she could go to Bresmont and replace her. “Do you want to hear the details, my dear foolish Veronica?” The dark witch’s voice was lace with mockery. Her face was telling her how stupid she was to trust someone like her.

“It’s… perfect.” “Precisely,” Veronica said, smirking as she helped pull it over my head. “Tonight, you’re not only a princess. You’re a goddess.” Veronica expertly twisted my hair into an updo with strands pinned high while others framed my face down low. The deep wine red lip color she applied got my lips looking sharp while the black smoky eye liner turned my eyes deadly. “Done.” She stepped back and gestured for me to admire myself in the mirror.

Veronica pov She came down with few servants Drop the bag over there she said and you make sure nothing goes wrong while am away am I clear Yes yes ma they stammer The king cake down Going already, go and bring goodness he said to her Veronica looks at him and smile Offcourse she decided to use a carriage when she's tired of setting she continue on her wolf form She entered waving at the servants She remembered that day vividly, The day her sister and parents left It was an idea to use as as the bait, but that is incident took her family life Had Kayla kept quiet She must have been the one to disclose the location they were in, because of her they lost their precious land, she know Kayla was

"And how do you know all this?" After uttering a bitter laughed, Veronica looked up. Her eyes welled up with tears. She fllashed a small smile. "I know all that because I am his daughter. I am Veronica Ginevra Guillermo, the lost daughter of Dante Guillermo and Zarine Morgan!"

The air around them grew thick as they exchanged words. “I’m the heiress of the Jones family and Damian Blackwood’s fiancée,” she declared with pride. Elara’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what Veronica had just said. “You’re what?” She asked, surprised. “Oh, you’re still here,” Veronica mocked. “I am Veronica Jones, Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.”

he asked. "Vanessa Ivanov. I don’t want to take my bastard father’s surname. Ivanov was my mother’s last name," Veronica muttered, and Tony's eyes widened as he absorbed her words. Ivanov owned the biggest assassin organization. He wanted to be wrong about her. She said she killed a lot of people. Was it really true? "Vanessa or Veronica, nothing will change. Do you know that Ivanov owns a big assassin organization?" Tony asked. Veronica looked up at him. "If you are Calvin Ivanov's granddaughter, then—you are the heiress."

“Be honest. After all this… you won’t fall for him again, right?” Octavia shook her head firmly. “No. Never. I still resent him, Veronica. He hurt me too much for too long. This is only for Seraphina’s safety. Nothing more.” Veronica nodded. “Good. You need to stay strong.” The party continued as everyone gathered around Seraphina as she opened presents. Veronica gave her a sparkly tiara and matching shoes. “For the prettiest princess at the party!” Seraphina was overjoyed. “Thank you, everyone! I love all my gifts!”