When The Valenti Princess Came Home Novels & Stories

This is really confusing. Valerie who was burning with jealousy after seeing the crown prince being kissed by a princess, immediately looked for Nathania's whereabouts when everyone was busy again in the middle of the party. "Your Majesty? why are you here?" Valerie asked when she found Nathania standing alone in the deserted garden. "Ah, Aunt Valerie? what's wrong?" "Auntie? hum ... why does Your Majesty call me Auntie? do I look that old?" Valerie walked over to her and stood before her with a seductive smile.

Emilia nodded towards the other guy, who looked like a more handsome and sweeter version of Nathan. “Hi.” Mariah smiled at him warmly. “It’s nice to meet you Desmond.” Then Mariah looked back at Emilia, confusion setting in. “Not to sound rude, but why are they both here?” “Mom and dad didn’t tell you?” Emilia looked excited as she grinned at Mariah and then at their proud parents. “No, that’s why I’m asking.” Mariah was impatient in her confusion. “I’m engaged.” She squealed and showed Mariah her engagement finger. A huge diamond sparkled on her finger and Mariah stared at it feeling very impressed, if not slightly jealous.

It was like heaven on the hill. A girl was standing on the balcony of her room smiling, looking at the front yard of the palace, which was filled with flowers. She was beautiful the way flower and sunlight were beautiful, warm and glowing and golden. She has the face of a goddess with long blonde hair that reaches down to her waist. Her name is Violet Valerina. She is the princess of the Merrill kingdom. The smile on her face suddenly disappeared and turned into fear as she watched the border guard enter the palace gates on his horse with his body covered in wounds and blood.

Valeria had a confused look on her face as she was trying to figure out what she might have said that made Queen Victoria laugh at her like that. Lindsey was also shocked seeing that look on Queen Victoria's face. Lindsey shivered as she heard hatred in Queen Victoria's voice. Valeria took a deep breath to calm herself down. She knew she was supposed to fight for her rights. "Yes! That's right, sister. You can't kick me out of the kingdom and you can't snatch the title of Princess from me. I am a princess of the vampire kingdom. Just like Lindsey. You can never take my birthright away from me." Valeria spoke in a low and angry tone as she walked towards her crown. She grabbed her crown from

Victoria After all what had happened to the princess, Mendy, she didn't give up on Carlos although I don't support her staying here but there is nothing I can do. I don't want to see her get hurt, because she had been maltreated by the other maid. I hate seeing her being bullied, but there is nothing I could do, it hurt me to see her getting or beating up. I couldn't do anything even though I'm there, I could only watch as she was beating up mercilessly.

The room seemed to suit her; delicate but bold. I gently place Adelaide onto her four-poster bed. As soon as her body’s away from mine a piece is missing from my being. I stroke her cheek gently, the man behind me clears his throat. I turn, the fire is back in the Prince’s eyes, “Thank you for getting her safely here, you may leave now,” his tone full of authority, even I felt the need to submit to him. “My Prince,” I bow, “She is my mate, I cannot leave her,” I say down to my toes before looking up slightly, my back still bent. “Nonsense, my sister does not have a mate. She has been recuperating after her terrible ordeal.”

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

A faint, impressed murmur. Lysandra leaned toward my father and whispered something. Her lips barely moved. Her eyes gleamed with calculated malice. His shoulders twitched faintly, a tiny shudder that told me everything I needed to know and nothing I wanted to accept. “Father,” I said louder, desperation slicing through my voice like a blade. “Please. Look at me. Say something. Anything.” He did not blink. He did not even seem to breathe. The herald continued, as if reading a grocery list. “Multiple witnesses report that the princess attempted to stab Her Majesty this evening.”

George and Becky’s faces looked like emojis. “You are getting married, George, and you never told me.” Her hands trembled as her lips quivered. The betrayal stung her just like revenge felt good. This was my little gift to them. I haven't even begun yet. I was Princess Normani, a woman of royalty. We were taught how to sharpen and wield our swords. I haven't even started t o sharpen my sword yet, and tears were already flowing. Ha!

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless: