Alec Benjamin Paper Crown Novels & Stories

The whiskey decanter is untouched, but its presence adds to the theatre of control. Benjamin is already seated on the leather sofa, a folder open on his lap, papers and photos splayed like tarot cards. "She accepted," Benjamin says before Alec can ask. Alec tosses his coat onto a nearby chair. "Of course she did." He picks up one of the photos from the table. It’s Reid, caught mid-laugh, unaware of the camera. He looks human. Honest, even. "He won’t be laughing tomorrow," Alec mutters. "And what about Raees? What will you be doing with her?"

Bruce said, his voice low. Moments later, the door opened. Alec Benjamin stepped inside with deliberate calm. His dark suit fit neatly, his stride measured, his expression unreadable but sharp. A folder rested under his arm. He moved to the desk without waiting to be offered a seat. “Bruce.” Alec’s tone was smooth, as if they were old acquaintances meeting under friendlier terms. “I trust the day has treated you well.” Bruce leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “What do you want?”

Before they went to his workplace, Cleo found herself at the door of her room having a staring contest on the contract posted in front of her door with added signature from both of them at the end of the paper as if boasting that she was binded by a contract with him. She didn't thought signature could become a huge deal in this situation. This signature certainly looked like one from Alas Crowne, a quick dash of his name in cursive with a flair of what seemed like a crown on the end. She have seen lots of it in Spain though he now gave an alias of his name; 'Ace Crowne', it's easy to fathom that it was his alias, she watched from afar on every paper he signed and it must've been thirteen me

“What a beautiful memory—flowers in spring, moon in autumn, summer breezes, and winter snow. Then one contract it is. We’re family now. What’s mine is yours—no need for all this paperwork.” Julissa nodded vigorously. “Thank you, Uncle.” Scott ruffled her hair, then pulled out one more document from the lawyer’s folder. “Sign this one too. Consider it a little gift from me.” Julissa looked at it—and her eyes instantly reddened. It was a crown made entirely of pink diamonds. She’d once shown him a video of her dancing Swan Lake and proudly mentioned how people praised her performance—saying she looked like a true princess the moment she stepped on stage, if only the crown weren’t fake.

Archer's father comes and stands around us to stand in front of his son and his mother does the same to stand in front of me. I glance down and see each of them holding a soft cashmere pillow with the new royal crowns atop them. I gasp lightly with how beautiful they are, and I look up to meet Archer's mom's tearful gaze. " There's no one else more deserving of this crown, hola. Rule alongside my son and keep him humble. I nod, my own eyes teary as she places the crown on my head. My crown was designed with my name intricately woven into the diamond stones emblem, rose gold framing that is molded to look like wild vines adorned with more diamonds.

Perhaps Ben realized that there were no losses to be concerned about and Alec probably realized that he never even had a chance! Alec walked into the inner family space; the décor had a sense of belonging. He saw the fluffballs on the rug; one lazily sleeping and the other playing with Barry. His eyes got stuck on a life size painting. He walked closer and saw the names signed and looked curiously at Ben “Mr Adalase paints??” “Ha… ha…ha… Just accompanying my wife” Ben smiled in embarrassment. “These???” Alec pointed curiously at the other shadows.

Kaelen looked at her. Really looked at her. For the first time since finding him, she saw tears shining in his eyes. "You don't understand." His voice cracked. "The crown isn't choosing you." The Bone Crown pulsed violently against her skull. The reaction felt almost angry. Almost defensive. Kaelen pointed directly at it. "That's not a gift." The creature watched in silence. Interested. Patient. Waiting to see what happened next. Kaelen swallowed hard. "It's a key." The words landed like a punch.

“Take off the ring.” Alec turned his hand, letting the obsidian lion catch the light. “You used to know what this meant. Before you traded faith for obsession.” Domenik didn’t answer. He just closed the distance, quick as a knife. Alec moved to block, but Domenik slammed his hand against the table, pinning it flat, bones grinding. Eirwen raised her weapon. “Don’t,” Domenik said, low. Alec’s lips curled. “You’re slipping, Crown. Used to be, you’d make me kneel for this. Now you beg her to save you?”

I suppressed the chuckle that threatened to slip past my lips. Kaizen was seated at the head of the table, his regal presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The crown on his head caught my attention. The crown was a work of art, crafted from the finest gold and adorned with intricate designs and precious stones. As he turned his head, the light caught the jewels, sending shimmering beams of color cascading around the room. The crown fitted him perfectly, the metal curved to fit the contours of his skull, the weight distributed evenly across his brow. He looked up as I entered and called out to me, beckoning me to come and sit next to him. I felt a wave of anger rise within

I ask nervously. "Leave it with me," Elizabeth replies, unclasping the necklace as she works alongside Ben. "I’ll keep it safe for the Alpha to put back tomorrow. All the family’s jewelry is stored securely, just in case another pack targets the house." I carefully remove the crown from my head, its delicate chains of moonstones catching slightly on my hair. Thankfully, nothing gets tangled. Elizabeth handles the crown with care as I take off the bracelets and pass them to her as well. She lays everything neatly on the counter.