Novels by Joshua A. Crown

Anthony, who was on the other end of the phone, noticed that her mood was not right, smiled gently and coaxed, "Rara, don't worry. Spencer and Momo are very good. Spencer has finished his injection and didn't cry. Momo seems to be a little bit timid, but I hold her and she's quiet."Lyra looked at Momo's aggrieved expression, and her heart ached like a twinge. She endured it before saying, "Thanks.""No problem."Anthony laughed and his blue eyes looked fascinated.These bright blue eyes only glowed with a shimmer when they saw Lyra.Malcolm watched the interaction between the two.The heart abruptly had a dull pain. He suppressed the sour feeling on his nose and silently went to the side to pack suitcases.Lyra didn't pay much attention to Anthony at all and was preoccupied with the babies.In the video, the doctor had prepared the syringe, hidden the needle and coaxed Momo.But Momo was very resourceful and seemed to have guessed that she was going to be given a shot. Her nose was w

High fever?Lyra gasped and her expression instantly turned grave. And then she turned her head to go out, "Buy a ticket immediately and go back to our country.""Honey, take it easy for a minute."Malcolm took her wrist and said methodically, "It's late at night over in Crana. There's no private plane that can be transferred this time, so there's not always a flight back home at night. Even if there is, the plane will take more than 20 hours to get there."Lyra gave him a cold look, "So you're just going to sit there and wait? Malcolm, you're really not worried when our babies get feverish and sick because we're not around?"She shook off his hand and walked outside the venue.Malcolm let out a long sigh and rushed to catch up, "I was wrong this time. Our babies are sick and I was in a hurry, but it is really too far for us to go back. So I have already called Anthony to let him know, and have Chad go to the medical team of White family to call in the pediatrician."He walked side by

In the anticipation of all the guests, Nil took the microphone, "After the group's deliberation, the Lloyd's Corp of Crana won the bid for this project. Congratulations." Applause erupted from the venue.Some people felt lost. Some exclaimed, and some admired.Lyra and Malcolm were the most calm ones, because this result was not unexpected.Midst a round of applause, Lyra stood up gracefully and bow slightly to all the guests at the scene, being courteous and polite.She stepped onto the red carpet, took a step onto the stage and shook hands with Nil in front of everyone, signaling a happy collaboration.The media gathered around the two who were shaking hands and took photos of them.Lyra's expression was appropriate and her temperament was elegant and generous.At this point in the bidding process, it was basically over.The groups that were not selected had to return without any success.But to their surprise, Nil announced another piece of good news before announcing the end of th

With Malcolm's personality, he was definitely not talking about work.Lyra raised her hand angrily and flicked him hard on the side of his head."This is a work thing. Be decent."Malcolm frowned and rubbed his painful forehead, employing a rebound tactic, "This is obviously decent. It's you who's thinking out of the box."Lyra was confused.Could it be that she was impure?She raised her hand again and flicked Malcolm's forehead again, accusing him righteously, "I am misled by you. You're making erotic statements all day long."It was always his fault. Malcolm conceded, lowered his head, listened docilely but did not open his mouth.Seeing his obedience, Lyra gave him a kiss. Remembering the half-hour delay in the opening of the tender meeting, she asked curiously, "After all, Nil Grey is the first heir of Atria and paramount and powerful. What did you tell him?"Malcolm had a mysterious expression, "Do you really want to know?"Lyra nodded her head.His handsome face had rare expres

Meeting his gaze, Melissa raised her simple and bright eyes and opened her mouth to explain."I think I may not be suitable for the actor industry. I don't want to be an actress. I want to go back and think about how to start my life and re-elect a suitable path for myself."Keith breathed a sigh of relief.Fortunately, as long as it was not a withdrawal, break-up, and leaving him, even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he would do his best to help her."Okay, I promise you. Don't worry. I won't force you to make a choice. You are now 21 years old at heart and have absolutely no acting experience. You certainly have the opportunity to choose your career path again."He stretched out his palm towards Melissa. His eyes were gentle, and the bass was nice and pleasing to ears, "I'll take care of the crew. You're tired today. Let me take you back to rest, okay?"Melissa stared at his broad palm for a while.Keith was patient, waiting quietly for her to think about it and give a reply.Me

Lyra and Malcolm smiled at each other and looked at each other with love in their eyes."They are all here to visit the museum. Do you want to go over and talk? Get acquainted for a few minutes?" Lyra asked with a smile.Malcolm looked across the exhibition hall, "Since Mr. Hoare is also enjoying with his girlfriend, he must not want us to disturb them. Or should we wait until they finish browsing that exhibition area and then go over?"Lyra nodded her head in agreement.She didn't like socializing, let alone interrupting their sweet time because of it.She thought Mr. Hoare and Anne didn't like it as well, so it was better not to disturb them.A brief interlude did not stop the two from visiting the Great Museum.Lyra and Malcolm waited for Paul Hoare and Anne in front of them to finish each time before moving on to the next show.Strolling around, this was the largest museum exhibition in Atria, and the afternoon of fun passed quickly.By the time the two emerged from the museum, th

Tanya's POV.For our honeymoon, Marco takes me somewhere far away. Far from the royal families and the kingdoms. Far from civilization. We delve far into the woods and into its depth is where he brings me to a beautiful clearing. And there lies a small and quaint log cabin, big enough for just the two of us."It's beautiful Marco," I whisper in awe.Like little fairies, the bees and little bugs float and dance about the fields of lavender that surround us. The sun sparkles down and makes the grass glisten a vibrant green. And the log cabin sits quietly amidst the beautiful scenery. Marco brings me in and we drop our things in the room. I immediately go to kiss him, but Marco shakes his head with laughter. "What?' I ask playfully."Put on your bathing suit first.""Oh?" I chuckle, but oblige, pick up my bikini and quickly change as does he, and the two of us head off again. He takes me down a trail. "Close your eyes," he says. So, I do, and I take his hand, he leads me further and furt

Tanya's POV.I've been laced up in the most beautiful dress I've ever seen. The heart shaped bodice is covered in magnificent rhinestones and crystals that glitter and shimmer as I move. The corset hugs my figure and is connected to massive angel sleeves that slip past my wrists. The bottom of the dress flares out around me in layers of a brilliant shade of emerald green. And the veil that's placed over my head cascades down and out in a long train that's fit for royalty. For a Queen.I can't help eyeing myself in the mirror in disbelief. With my hair pulled into a tight bun, it's only the little twirled whips of my hair that are left to frame my face and green eyes that stare back at me in astonishment. To consider all the events leading up to this very moment, baffles me. Eighteen-year-old Tanya would never believe she is standing here today, about to be married to the King of the Mador Kingdom, to be declared Queen.I can't help but let my mind wander to the days before. How the Qu

Queen's POV.I've been confined and restricted to my quarters for over a month now. No one has come to see me, nor have I asked to be seen. I remain in solitude accepting my fate, so long as my children are able to survive, I care little for my own existence. My children will carry on my legacy, they will live on.Despite my acceptance of it, this reality still haunts me. And I find myself turning to books as a method to overcome my sadness. At least Joseph allowed me that. He could have easily left me within four walls that are empty and barren. But he permitted my love for reading.I drown myself in the variety of genres I've collected over the years. Books about science, books on philosophy, bibliographies, and my favourite, fiction. But today is no day for reading, for as I sit beside my window, my hands are forced to put down the pages in my hand. My room faces the main gate, and I watch the guards fluster and run about like madmen. Something is amiss.Even the guards stationed b

Dorian's POV.Mist enters my eyes and the world suddenly swirls out of focus. I frantically blink trying to see, but the mist is heavy. Thick clouds darken my surroundings as snow falls like white bullets from the sky. My skinny arms and hands wrap themselves round my body. The tips of my ears sting from the frigid environment as my teeth chatter uncontrollably.I've been walking for days. But my legs struggle to push through the thick layer of snow that blankets the ground. And behind me I leave a pathetic trail that will soon be erased as more snow falls. I bet I will be erased, blown away from the terrible cry of the wind, or smothered by the ice, or worse, I'll freeze, and wither away and melt into the snow.I drop to my knees.I try to stand, but my body is too weak. And the snow feels like a comfy mattress, offering me eternal sleep. But I have to keep going. My life has to mean more than just what my mother has made of me. It's been a year now since I left her behind and ventur

Marco's POV.'Marco? Marco, are you there?'I'm sitting with my war council when Eric's voice suddenly infiltrates my mind. My brows wrinkle, and my forehead creases as I can't decide how to respond."I need time alone," I say to my soldiers, and they all leave the tent we've been using to conduct tactics for the fight against the pack rogues. Eric is still calling out to me when I sit down. 'You right. You were right. I should have listened.'This doesn't sound like Eric, not at all. We considered each other rivals since children, we never played together, never trained together. We chose to be as far away from each other as possible. I saw Eric as the son of the Queen who replaced my mother, and Eric saw me as the person who threatened his right to the throne. I don't even remember the last time we've spoken over the mind link. Or, we might have never spoken over the mind link.'What's happened Eric?' despite how much his actions have angered me, how we're in the shit because of him

Marco's POV."What do you mean she's missing?" Eric has to yell over the rain, but his eyes are wide with disbelief."She's missing! Taken from her bed last night, there's no evidence that she even left her room. And even if she did leave, she took none of her possessions, not her purse, nor her clothes, nothing! It just doesn't make any sense."I relay to Eric everything with regards to Cathy's disappearance in detail. About how she was seen the night before but could not be found the next morning. That we checked all of Cathy's usual places, and that I sent soldiers to every corner of the kingdom. And how even other kingdoms hadn't seen her. "The only explanation is that you took her!"The rain pours and drenches us. But with my wolfish eyes I can see through the fog and dark mist, noticing how Eric is visibly shaken by the news about his sister. However, I notice something different about his previous strength and black magic power.The shadows around his body are dissipating. He s

Letta's eyes lit up as she looked at the package addressed to her. In contrast, Marco's gaze turned sharp, seemingly indicating that Pedro knew about it from the look on his master's face. "Who accompanied it?" Pedro asked."Sorry, we received it from someone at the hospital. The staff said it was meant for the lady's room," the guard replied, prompting Pedro to approach. He then took the greeting card attached to the bouquet. Pedro opened it, and as usual, it was just a message without any sender's name, causing Pedro to walk straight to Marco and hand it to him. It was then that Marco clenched his jaw, crushing the greeting card, causing Letta to touch her husband's wrist."Could this be from the same sender who always sends items to our house?" Letta asked, causing Marco to try to contain his emotions and let out a long breath."Seems like it," Marco replied."Doesn't that mean he also knows that we're not at home and we're in Chicago?" Letta said, making Marco nod his head again,

Marco furrowed his brow as he saw tears wetting his wife's face. Yes, Letta was now sleeping right next to his bed, prompting Marco to slowly reach out and gently stroke Letta's face. This made Letta slowly furrow her brow and try to open her eyes, and it was then that Letta jerked when she saw Marco had awakened from his sleep."You're awake?" Letta asked, slightly sitting up, making Marco, who still felt weak, nod."How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?" Letta asked again, making Marco shake his head. And in the next moment, Marco could see Letta, who could not contain her tears wetting her face."Thank goodness," Letta said, crying softly, making Marco unable to pull Letta closer."Don't cry, please," Marco said, his voice still weak."I'm just scared," Letta said, her body shaking violently, as if the sadness could not be contained any longer."I'm really scared, I'm scared that you won't open your eyes again," Letta said, truly sobbing by Marco's side, making Marco struggle to

Letta immediately opened her eyes wide. She woke up with a fearful expression, then looked around, trying to focus her gaze. The smell of medicine immediately permeated her sense of smell, making Letta realize that she was currently inside a hospital. However, her last memory made Letta jerk and sit up straight.Letta looked at her wrist, which had an IV tube attached. Then she glanced at the clothes she was wearing, realizing she was dressed as a patient. The room was quiet, with no one accompanying her, and the one person that now flashed in her memory was the condition of her husband, which prompted Letta to forcibly remove the IV tube and get off the bed, walking unsteadily because her head still felt heavy.Letta tried to leave the room, and there were four guards standing in front of her door."Madam, are you awake?" one of them asked, making Letta nod her head."Where is Marco?" Letta asked, making them look at each other."The master is still unconscious," one of them replied.

Marco and Letta, now on either side of Marco, tried to support their husband."Marco, can you hear me?" Letta asked, making Marco smile at his wife."Yes, I can still hear your voice. Thank you for holding on," Marco said, still staggering and hugging Letta. Meanwhile, he only clung to Pedro because his steps seemed to be getting heavier, especially with his head beginning to feel dizzy, making Marco try his best to maintain his consciousness so that Letta wouldn't worry about him.Until finally, a shout from behind them made Marco turn around. When he saw Lemos cursing them, "You damn scum, die now in hell!" Lemos shouted, pulling out the gun in his hand. This made Letta widen her eyes. Letta immediately hugged Marco to block the shot Lemos was about to give. But quickly, Marco reversed the position when the shot was aimed at them. Until finally, the shot only hit Marco's back, making Letta widen her eyes when Marco coughed up blood as their bodies collapsed."Pedro, quickly capture

Letta could only cry as she watched Lemos gaze at her with a hungry look."Turns out, besides your scent truly making my body react, your body is truly captivating, even though you're pregnant like this. Alright, let's start with your face. I'm really curious how it feels to touch your skin, which feels so soft to the surface of my skin. I can't wait to do it," Lemos said, making Letta shake her head. Letta felt her body trembling, especially the coldness of the room now piercing her skin, allowing her to feel Lemos starting to reach out his hand and wipe her tears from her face."I don't want you to cry again, because I will truly treat you well, even after the bad behavior you just displayed towards me," Lemos said, making Letta sob."Please, release Marco first," Letta said, making Lemos shake his head."Yes, I will release him after we do something," Lemos said, and the next moment, Letta could see Lemos's hand starting to descend to the nape of her neck, caressing it with his rep

Marco could only squirm in his restraints as he watched Lemos slowly approach Letta, who was now just as helpless as he was, with her hands and feet bound, causing her to shed tears."If you come any closer, I will truly destroy you, you bastard!" Marco shouted, seemingly ignored by Lemos. Marco's current threat was nothing more than an empty bluff ringing in Lemos' ears. Lemos instead flashed a contemptuous smile, finding Marco's escalating rage to be nothing but entertainment."Please, don't come closer," Letta said in a whisper."Didn't you beg earlier not to hurt your husband?" Lemos said, already standing right in front of Letta, causing Letta to only close her eyes, unable to bear the sight of the old man in front of her. Just seeing him made Letta feel nauseated. "And in return, if you want me to release your husband, you must be willing to do anything for me, do you understand?" Lemos said again with his repulsive smile in front of Letta. Especially when Lemos began reaching o