When The Valenti Princess Came Home Novels & Stories

"Aha! I understand now! You must be trying to trick me into having snacks so that Vince will scold me! You're evil! I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Victor was furious. He thought Marley was evil for wanting him to be scolded by Vincent. There was no way he would fall for it! Seeing Victor about to leave, Marley's heart skipped a beat. She reached out again, wanting to grab Victor's arm and take him away by force. Suddenly, she saw a figure running back to them. "Pranky!" Vincent ran back in a hurry with Zoey on his back. After seeing Victor was fine, he finally let out a huge sigh of relief.

Eliana POV Driving up the long driveway to the packhouse on Isolda di San Pietro gave me the feeling of coming home. It was a strange sensation, having never really felt like I belonged anywhere. Valenti was waiting on the steps as we pulled up outside the gigantic white house, one of her assistants hovering behind her. “Ah, cara mia,” she gushed, wrapping her arms around me in a protective gesture. “If I ever meet il malfatore, the bad man who hurt you, he will be sorry!”

She would be ruined! “Sila! Don't scream here,” Valentina almost begged as she couldn't let her destroy her reputation in the Barbieri family. She was the princess of the family. Everyone treats her like one. If she lost her image, Valentina would become a nobody in the Italian Mafia. “Don’t forget you are not allowed here. If anyone from the guards of my family sees you, you will end up like that unborn child of your brother. Dead!” She tried to threaten her.

Whatever is protecting her is only a matter of time before it wears off, I'll make sure of it. "Lord Sigil, Princess Valeria has left Donbule," he said as he entered my private compartment in the woods. Given we couldn't go back to the palace I had to improvise in the woods. I could not wait to get my title as the sole and only survivor of the royal crown.

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.

Sophia's point of view: The governor’s birthday ended at midnight, and the drive home was unbearably quiet. While I sat in silence, trying to enjoy my first big win, I felt uneasy. Something about William didn’t feel right. He had too many secrets, and I suddenly felt stupid for letting myself trust him. I didn’t say a word. Instead, I picked up my phone and typed in the name Marie had called him—“Victor Falcone.” I combed through the internet, social media, anything I could find. But there was nothing—no pictures, no real information.

"Your Highness!" Isaac raised his hands in surrender as an intense ball of flame was hurled at him. And just like that, Prince Valerie came close to murdering someone else again, thankfully, the figure leaped away in a timely fashion. Only stopping short when the figure addressed him by his title.

"At least. I have been looking at the lines. The shape of the windows is so vulgar it goes all the way round and comes out tasteful. I want to marry it." "You are going to behave," said Tiffany. "I am always a perfect gentleman. Valentina, tell her." "He is not," said Valentina, who was five foot nothing, from Verona, in a black dress with a neckline like a declaration of war, and carrying a sheaf of music in a leather folder as if it were a weapon. "But he is useful." "Thank you, cara." "For this. Afterwards he may go to the devil." It had taken eleven days to arrange.

Valencia Nightingale. The flash of cameras was blinding. The moment Caspian clasped Vladislav’s hand in greeting, the paparazzi went rabid — a flurry of voices shouting questions that jumbled together, barely making sense. “Mr. Moroz, is it true that Prince Caspian has your full support in the claim for the throne?” “Princess Valencia, what does your appearance here mean? Are you now in a relationship with Mr.Moroz?”

During my speech, I looked at the audience full of Russian oligarchs, Italian politicians, American arms dealers, and family members in black suits. “Three years ago, I ran away from this castle for love.” I said, “But now I return, not for revenge, but to prove… “That the principessa of the Lucas family will lead the family to an even brighter future! I need no one to save me. I can stand on my own and become my own queen.” Applause thundered. Silas kissed me, whispering in my ear, “And my queen too.” After the banquet, I walked alone to the terrace, gazing at the Sicilian night.