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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):

Sephora squeezed his hand, "And if I'm to be stuck baby-sitting the Lords of Igritann, you're going down with me." A familiar face now walked up onto the wooden platform. His dark skin glowing in the sun, his kind eyes shining with pride, both at his new King and Queen and at the master-piece he now held in his hands. Mathew presented Ambrose and Sephora with a pair of crowns. One was gold with what looked like the peaks of a mountain, and the other, looked like the sweeping golden wings of a pheonix. Sephora had asked the blacksmith to make them a couple of hours after she'd sent the letter. Ambrose huffed a laugh at the sight of the crowns, resting his forehead against Sephora's with adora

The crowner walked towards us and bowed to both of us. "As of today, I have been invited by the Alpha to do what my ancestors have always done and has been passed down to me over the years." The crowner began and signaled to his servant to bring the crown which was made of raw gold and was glittering even in the dark while it rested on the pillow. "Finally, my girl is turning into a woman." Nolly laughed out loud. "And that is why I will ask this question to everyone standing right here." The crowner looked around.

There's been a lot of questions about the special edition books for the Buttons Series as well as the Barsetti Vineyards merch, so let me explain. I'll be launching a Kickstarter in July where you can get these sexy-as-fuck special edition, annotated paperbacks lined with foil, with monochrome chapter headings, and the things you want most of all -- bonus content. I've written 60k words of bonus content across these books. A long prologue that shows Crow's life before Vanessa died AND a new epilogue that follows Crow and Pearl when Tristan comes back for an unexpected visit. There's also my annotations, where I spill all the tea about writing these books. I know you guys have been in love wi

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

She couldn’t see the Elder’s face beneath his hood, but she sensed a wave of approval coming off him. Nodding, he gestured for her to bow. Bending her knees, she held the curtsey. Goosebumps flushed her skin as he revealed a golden crown. It had six leaf prongs weaving upward, two at each side, one at the back, and one that would align perfectly with her forehead. The band was lined with diamonds and hecatolites that gave off a subtle glow.

A book with a leather binding. No diamonds. No large sums of money. No secret weapons or blueprints. Just a book. I felt stupid for a moment. Then I reached in and took it out. The weight of it was substantial and firm. The spine was strengthened with old thread and the leather has become smooth with use and age. I had never seen a single crest stamped on a cover before. A crown, dagger and an ember. All three combined to form a single horrifying symbol. I took my place at the desk and got it open. and started reading.

Having so many voices inside your head at once can be daunting, especially if you don’t know how to block them out. ‘Welcome to the pack, beautiful.’ ‘Thank you,’ She whispered into our mind-link. Once Anja was back with me, I turned and retrieved the crown of the Queen – one my mother wore once upon a time. The crown I wear is large, platinum, and engraved with wolves howling to the moon. Anja’s is smaller and encrusted with white and clear jewels, perfect for my mate. Goddess, it makes her lightly tanned skink glow! As I placed it upon Anja’s head, her eyes closed for a moment, allowing the crown’s power to fill her veins.

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

The way the twins were so determined to make her happy. Jaxon slid a plate of pancakes in front of Brielle. “Eat,” he murmured. “You’re going to need strength.” Brielle gave him a look. “For the craft chaos?” “For parenting twins,” he corrected. Rose suddenly held up the crown with a proud gasp. “It’s done!” Lily clapped. “Mommy crown!” The crown was… something. It was slightly crooked. Completely covered in glitter. A little damp from too much glue. There were stickers attached that said “#1 MOM” and “SUPERHERO” and one sticker that just said “WOW.”