Veronica Princess Novels & Stories

They told her to control as she was a princess. “Who douche…” Faust was about to ask her repeating the same words, but stopped in the middle. Both Calista and Veronica giggled. “Father, Mr. Cimberland’s son. He was a real pain in …. He was hitting on Calista. But she shushed him when she said… “Princess… it’s princess Calista Bravar Roxflood for you.”” Veronica said mimicking Calista. Herbew poked the fork in his piece of pork liver tightly and the girls straightened their backs. “How dare he?”

“But we need to keep an open mind.” “I’m not refuting your theory on some baseless opinion,” Veronica clarified. She walked over to where she had set her personal bag near one of the desks. She rummage through and removed what looked to be photocopies. From a distance, it appeared to be some kind of list. She handed it to Julian. “What’s this?” he asked. “I’ve already begun researching, before you asked me to,” Veronica explained. “I found a book filled with old immigration reports in the library. If you look here…” She pointed to a spot on the page. “This shows that the princess was alive when she entered the country.”

Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library, Apparently princesses weren't permitted to read books that involved science or sports only etiquette or tea parties so Daciana had to hide them in her gown and hid them in her secret compartment she built in her room. The royal ball was an important night it was one shot to get Prince Eric charms working with the princess of Loria but that very night of joy turned into a nightmare of agony. Princess Daciana, the black sh

It was painted in the normal color all the rooms in the palace were painted in and had few expensive looking furniture around it. "You must be the seamstress if I'm not mistaken?" "Yes, your highness," the seamstress bowed to me. I could immediately guess she was the one as she looked and dressed differently, compared to the few maids littering the corners of the room. "You can call me Veronica." "And you can just call me Evanora," I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "You call to leave the princess title out of it don't you think, Veronica?" "I'm afraid not, princess Evanora," she smiled at me. "With that being said, shall we get to your dress?"

gasped the arriving guests and the young women who filled the room. "Isn't she Beta Blake's daughter? She is so beautiful. Do you think she will become the next Luna of the White Hills Pack? She will make a perfect Luna," the gentle murmuring of the guests echoed in the ballroom, and Veronica smiled as she wore a tiny purple mask around her face. It was easy to recognize her as she let down her blonde hair to fall behind her back like she was a princess. She walked majestically in her striking purple shoes, drawing the eyes of the guests. Until my mother and Alpha David arrived, then the guests gasped in awe.

"Chase me, Father!" Shouted the eight-years-old Princess Amayah of Lancayan. They are in the palace garden and are having fun playing. Her father, King Kendra chases after her while laughing. They were also accompanied by her older sister, Princess Aloha and their mother, Queen Aruha. They picture a happy family that anyone would envy.

“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!”

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

I spun around to take a look at the intruder, he was dressed in an all-black tux with his black hair covering his forehead, he was about six feet seven and had this aura that caused a shiver to run down your spine. His mask looked simple to look at but if one looked closely one would find out that it wasn’t just a simple mask. It gave off that enchanted vibe. I squinted at the fact that the stranger was no ordinary man, still, I don't care. I smiled politely at him before declining the offer. I was here for more important things and dancing with a stranger wasn’t part of it. The guy leaned in and I could feel his breath on my ears, I was about to turn around and protest when his words caught

My princess went all out. “Good morning, Princess.” I call out, my voice huskier than usual and catching Jessica jumping in surprise at the sound of my voice. She whirls around, a blush creeping along her fair skin and her blue eyes wide. “M-morning.” She stutters back, quickly looking away. Suppressing a chuckle. I move closer to Jessica, pulling her in for a hug. She stiffens against me and, after peering down, I notice her blushing cheeks have turned a beet-red. Oh, she is definitely embarrassed about last night.