Novel & Cerita A Jewel In The Crown Book

Dante was seething, but he had to keep it under wraps. He never saw it coming. The girl who had always been so meek, the one who clawed her way up from the slums, the real deal heiress, was showing her true colors then, all teeth and claws. "50 million? In your dreams! Who do you think you are?" "Dreams are optional." I whipped out my phone, the screen showing a ticking countdown to send. "This is Rosa's health report. It says her kidneys are in perfect health, and that the whole sick act was just a con to snag my kidney.

I got in their car and the driver took me to the jeweler, and he helped me design a beautiful crown. He smiled, “You are going to look absolutely stunning in this crown. I know our kingdom will fall in love with you.” I smiled, “Well, thank you. I do appreciate that vote of confidence.” He chuckled, “You will be amazing. I know it. Prince Elliot is a very lucky man to have you for a mate.” I smiled as I shook his hand, “I’m the lucky one. Have a great day.” He wished me good day and I walked next door to the dress shop.

He took a tentative step forward, his heart pounding in his chest, and Kaida followed closely behind. The source of the light was a pedestal, atop which rested a crown – the Sapphire Crown. It was both beautiful and powerful, its sapphire encrusted design reflecting the faint light that filled the chamber. Aric reached out a trembling hand, hardly daring to believe that the object they had sought for so long was within his grasp.

I wouldn't miss a chance to take a break from work and the billion-dollar business I inherited from my father. May his loving soul rest in peace and that of my mother and stepmother. It's sad how we have to lose important people to come this far and at times, you just sit and wonder if it's for the best. Is it? Or for the worse? We drink our coffee in silence. I watch Slate look through the glass a few times. He was so conscious of his environment while I sat still, drinking my coffee as I twirled the black hair tie band on my wrist. I'd been wearing it nonstop since the club night in Canada where I had pulled it from Gianna's hair during our make-out session.

At the center, resting atop a stone pedestal, is a jagged crown—half bone, half scorched gold, smoldering with silent flame. Ceres (awestruck): "That's it…" Lady Ilven (reverently): "The Crown of Flame and Bone. Forged in dragonfire. Tempered with the blood of the first Umbra king. It can only be worn by a rightful heir." Guard (low voice): "It looks like it's… alive." Indeed, the crown pulses faintly as if breathing. Ceres: "Why bring me here?" I'm not here to rule. I want answers." Lady Ilven (approaching the pedestal):

He moved with a calm confidence that made my blood boil. It was Maxwell Thorne. The Student Council President. The "Golden Boy." The heir to the Thorne empire. He was the most powerful student at St. Jude’s, and he treated people like me like we were invisible ghosts. Maxwell reached into the vault. His fingers wrapped around a velvet box. He opened it, and even in the dim light, the Founder’s Ring sparkled like a fallen star. It was worth more than my entire neighborhood. He didn't hesitate. He stuffed the ring into his pocket.

I got in their car and the driver took me to the jeweler, and he helped me design a beautiful crown. He smiled, “You are going to look absolutely stunning in this crown. I know our kingdom will fall in love with you.” I smiled, “Well, thank you. I do appreciate that vote of confidence.” He chuckled, “You will be amazing. I know it. Prince Elliot is a very lucky man to have you for a mate.” I smiled as I shook his hand, “I’m the lucky one. Have a great day.” He wished me good day and I walked next door to the dress shop.

" He said with a smile on his face as he recalled the first time he saw her. She was like a blooming flower in the desert. He recalled her playing with his crown. She looked so innocent, so pure. It made him want to hide her in his embrace forever. Speaking of which he remembered about the crown which she still has. "Where have you kept my crown little one?" He asked her. He hopes she took good care of it and didn't gave it to anyone or even worse broke it. Though it is difficult to break the crown since it is made of the most rarest and expensive diamonds and metals.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.