Anime Like Guilty Crown Novels & Stories

"Sinverguenza! Go back to your office or to God knows where. Stop pestering me!" Wala sa loob na napatingin ako sa Crown Prince. Namumula ang mukha nito at kuyom ang mga kamay na nakapatong sa mesa. I don't have any clue as to why he's angry with his cousin. Sa gulat ko, bumunghalit ng tawa ang malokong royal sa harapan ko. Nag tatakang pinag lipat-lipat ko ang tingin sa kanilang dalawa. "Why are you so piss, Liam? I’m just being me. Chivalrous and charming. Offering a hand to our sweet Gen here,” pa-inosenteng paliwanag nito’t bumaling sa direksiyon ng pinsan.

“So don’t push yourself too much.” Before Emery could tell him that she was completely fine now, he once again carried her, making the situation a little bit awkward. Prince Cornelius even pretended to gag at the scene right before him despite the fact that he was aware that Emery clearly sees him. “Disgusting,” he said with no sounds coming out from his mouth. And with how his lips moved, anyone can tell what he just said. “Jealous?” Emery replied in the same way. And to tick him off even more, she even added a hair flip. The prince just shook his head and ignored her eventually.

She swallowed down her rising fear and pinned all her hope on Falcon. Julia raised her voice, trying to cover her panic with bluster. "That crown was mine first! Your sister touched it, and now it's filthy! I demand an apology and compensation ten times its price for the emotional damage!" Unyielding, she added, "And you must finish cutting off all her hair for me! Most importantly, the arrangement between this bitch and the Alpha must be canceled!" Then, as if she were being generous, she added smugly, "If you do all that, maybe I'll let this go. Otherwise, none of you are leaving this store alive!"

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

King of the Ruby Crown Warning: -There will be cursing, and a mature theme. Please don’t take the warning lightly! -This is not a cliché story. Neither is your typical romantic story. This story has twists and turns. And making each character unique. So you might find some things not to your liking. -This is a Romance/Mystery story. -I always appreciate Constructive criticism. -I try to be interactive with my readers, so comment, comment and I will answer back :D

Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty. I slowly walked up the stone platform, not even sparing Alexander a glance as I stopped. His expression was tight. "What are you doing, Ivy?" I looked up, my voice ringing clear across the entire square as I said, "I refuse to recognize Lucas Gowling as the successor of the Graystone pack."

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 This is insane. There is no other word for it, no softer way to frame it, no smarter angle to twist it into something manageable, because what I was watching unfold on my screen right now was pure, calculated destruction and whoever was behind it knew exactly what they were doing. Every single dirty dealing tied to Saito was suddenly everywhere. Not hidden leaks. Everywhere.

Liora’s wards flared, restraining the intruder’s movements, compelling them into a corner. Aera extended her hand, and the crown pulsed outward, emanating a wave of energy that illuminated the intruder’s intentions. The assassin halted, caught between Kael’s skill, Liora’s magic, and the crown’s awareness. “You shall not touch this crown,” Aera uttered, her voice composed yet carrying an undertone of inevitability. Once the immediate threat had been neutralised, Aera surveyed the intruder. Clad in black, their face concealed by a hood, it was impossible to discern their identity fully. However, traces of magic and subtle manipulation suggested they were highly trained, likely a direct operat

"The Crown Prince claimed the Vale girl as his mate, Your Majesty. I witnessed it myself. He killed everyone in the auction room, broke her binding collar, and marked her." "He *marked* her." "Yes, sire. The mate bond formed. I could feel it from across the room—the power was immense. Ancient. It's not something that can be faked or undone." Silence fell over the throne room. The dozen courtiers present—all witnesses, as was tradition for important reports—held their collective breath.