A Jewel In The Crown Book Novels & Stories

"I am Alpha blood. I was born to lead—not to kneel." His eyes widened; he knew it was true. We were ex-mates once; he had felt my power. Jay and Jewel decided to turn their hatred into obsession. Their goal now? Ruin me, ruin Don, so Jay could claim the crown. “You should have stayed small,” Jewel hissed, fighting to get up. “A little rejected girl with nothing.” "You're afraid," I said, smiling coldly. "Afraid because you know I am stronger. Because if I stand with Don, you lose the crown."

"I'm willing to work myself to death for a boss like Ms. Moore. I mean, who else will be this lucky to meet someone like her in their lifetime?" "I seriously cannot believe that she's paying out of her own pocket to set up a fund and buy us homes." "Come up to the stage, Ms. Moore! Everyone's waiting for your speech!" … My head spun, noise buzzing around my ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw Hazel White—my best friend—surrounded by employees, being ushered onto the stage.

“But the crown is not just mine. It is the kingdom’s. I cannot let personal ties blind me.” Her sigil pulsed one final time, bright and steady. The shadows bowed and dissipated. ⸻ The Crown Awaits The pedestal rose slowly, carrying the crown into the air before her. Light cascaded over her, warm and electric. The palace itself hummed approval. The trials were passed. Aera approached the crown, hand steady. This was the moment the seal had waited for. As her fingers closed over the metal, a voice echoed—deep, resonant, unmistakable:

“Why don’t you open it up?” Daisie put the gift box on the table and opened it up. What appeared in front of her was a crystal crown. The biggest gem was the Pigeon's Blood, an extremely rare and high-quality sapphire. Meanwhile, many diamonds of all sizes were embedded in the circlet, and even the circlet itself was made of moonstone. She picked up the crown carefully and asked, “Did Mom design this for me!?” Yorrick smiled. “Yeah. This is the only one in the world.”

Her boots crunched glass, the paperweight sweaty in her other hand. His eyes dropped to the key, that grin stretching wider. “That little thing. Opens something your dad stashed away. Worth more than this rotting heap.” He waved at the estate, the storm screaming outside like it was backing him up. “You don’t even know what it’s for, do you?”

At the room’s center stood a raised platform, and upon it, a pedestal. And on that pedestal, something glowed. Elior stepped forward, his breath caught in his throat. It was a crown. Not like the one he carried, the First Crown, bound in iron and restraint. This one was different. It shimmered with a faint, otherworldly light, its silver surface untouched by age. At its center, embedded in the metal, was a single blue gemstone that pulsed like a heartbeat. Myrra inhaled sharply. “The Second Crown.”

I move as quickly as I could to the raised platform sliding on my knees across the golden built bench that the golden coated box holding the prince's crown lies. Considering my extraordinary streagth opening the box proves quite easy. Reaching inside the box my long fingers lock around one of the crown's side and I pry it out of the box. The diamond hoops rising from the crown ring shimmers in the dim light. Golden stars and a band of pearls joining in the middle under an orb of blue ename with a unique curve at the top. What an impressive work of art? Too bad I'm going to make it an impressive crown of shame hours from now. I am going to make Wilson's party a traumatic event that no one wil

If I had not noticed the white stain on the fabric earlier, I might actually have believed his lie. Viktor did not notice the change in my expression. He opened the velvet box, revealing a diamond necklace inside. "I had this custom made for you by Julian Pereira." Julian Pereira was my favorite jewelry designer. I had only mentioned him once at an auction years ago, yet Viktor still remembered. "Happy anniversary, Bella." I looked at the necklace and felt nothing but disgust. He was just about to fasten it around my neck when his phone rang. Caller ID: Mia.

Alpha Francis thanked the woman and she left with the tools in a red box. A tall, ripped, handsome youth carrying a silver pillow that had red fringes all around its edges and a golden crown studded with 3 emeralds placed atop it, walked over and knelt before Alpha Francis. The Alpha King gently took the crown and faced Zehelina, "You are a brave warrior, and it is evident to all that this is your destiny, as the chosen elite out of hundreds of others seeking this jewel. This crown comes with glory, wealth and influence. But it also comes with sacrifices, pain, weighty responsibilities and even death. Are you willing?"