A Jewel In The Crown Book Novels & Stories

the grand duke reassured Elen, taking her hand and fastening the necklace around her neck. Elen examined the necklace carefully. The pendant, in the shape of a teardrop, was made of high-quality diamond, and she could feel the power emanating from it. It was simple yet elegant, and the weight of the pendant brought her a sense of comfort as she grasped it, finding relief in the protection it seemed to promise. "Thank you, Grand Duke. This means a lot to me," Elen expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with relief as she felt the comforting weight of the necklace.

Just wind. And silence. Behind her: the crown—no longer gold, but forged in obsidian and bullet casings. It wasn’t worn. It was placed—on a pedestal. A symbol. She didn’t need it on her head. Because the world had already bent its knees. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — FINAL ENTRY OF THE CITADEL ERA “I did not inherit an empire. I burned the ashes and named the smoke.” “I did not want their crown. I broke it, reforged it, and left it behind.”

Liam had full-on cracked up when he saw Marcus, but got himself under control quickly. My crown, thankfully, is much more understanded. It's a braid of twisted gold with tiny flecks of diamonds and rubies scattered along it so that they wink subtly when I turn my head. I instantly loved it, and Jeanette had given me a knowing smile when she saw me put it on.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

“Mum! Look what Dad got me!" Crown came running up to Jade, holding a small gold chain with a pendant shaped like a crown. Jade’s eyes softened. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart.” Ceynol walked up behind him, hands in his pockets. “A gift. So he always remembers that he’s royalty in this family,” Ceynol said, proudly. Jade felt her heart swell. Crown grinned. “Dad said I get to walk you down the aisle with him.” Jade’s eyes widened as she turned to Ceynol. “Did you know?”

“Sir… are you sure you want to use these people?” Karl didn’t answer. The screen shifted to a 3D-enhanced scan that peeled back earth like gauze. Chambers sequenced into view: vaults and galleries; crate stacks with no markings; bars and coins that history had tried to launder. Light caught on a crown nested in velvet—the Irish Crown Jewels. Another flare like caged lightning—the Florentine Diamond. Near the centre, stretched across a crate like a predator at rest, a compact, unmistakable silhouette:

Any normal person would have turned to cinder. Regardless, her expression remained unchanged. She soared utterly unconcerned in the skies. Her skin and clothes were slathered in muck, ash, and grime. She had the commanding air of a holy angel, yet her appearance was more akin to that of a handcuffed prisoner. Meanwhile, a jewel crown that was one foot above her head sparkled magnificently with turquoise brilliance. The crescent moon's grace and glory were encapsulated in the base of the crown. The base of the crown was covered in every kind of gem conceivable, including diamond, pearl, ruby, quartz, platinum, and emerald.

Jack comments. Oh, fuck, no, there is no way that they are touching my precious jewel or any of the girls. I knew he was a shady fucker, but to deal in human trafficking is the lowest of the low. I tell them we need to stop them and Carmine tells me they are already looking into it and when they get proof and can find the ring they will put a stop to it. They had better think real hard before trying to kidnap my precious jewel.

He took a deep breathe before walking over to them. Junayd saw him coming, "this is the perfect time to put my plan into action". He thought. He took out a beautiful red box from his pocket, opened it and brought out a gold ring with initials on it.."J2". He took Juwairiyyah’s left hand, went on his knees and said... "Will you be my wife?" Arfaat lost it all, he almost missed a step. What could his ears be hearing? Junayd proposing to juwairiyyah? That can't be possible.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."