Veronica Princess Novels & Stories

“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.

"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!"

I glanced through the small crack and saw how the room was well lit with the sunlight which openly entered the chamber through the big window. My eyes looked with curiosity as I saw Princess Veronica, my cousin and the daughter of my father’s late brother, kissed the knight who accompanied me down to the garden. I took a step back as a sudden feeling of shame took over my body. I ran up the stairs on my bare feet and swiftly walked towards the hall where my father held his morning banquet. I knew Princess Veronica has been doing that since the death of her father 2 years ago when she just turned 18. She would sneak out at night and play with men and use them for what she desires. The men wou

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

But one glance from her sent him hurtling through the air, his body crashing to the ground with bone-breaking force while his weapon skittered across concrete. The others stared in shock, questions forming about why the Crown Princess was killing her own people. They reacted on instinct, raising their weapons to protect themselves but not daring to open fire on royalty. The Crown Princess, Veronica, Dale Ravencrest's mate—or to put it simply, his baby mama. A woman who desperately wanted to become the real wife, who saw Aria as an obstacle to be removed, a rival to be destroyed. Veronica sneered with boredom and contempt. "I don't have time for this!" Her voice cut through air like ice. "Kil

"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.

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.