Chasing The Crown Novels & Stories

player, is a few inches shorter than his seven feet figure. Whereas Chance had a brawny build, the billionaire had lean muscles. But can Chance take him if need be? Surely others will join the fight, not to mention security and personal bodyguards. "What do you want with me?" Chance finally let out, getting agitated. “For now, I’ll have your name.” The billionaire smiled, showing of perfect rows of pearly whites. "Chance Greg--- Just Chance for now," he gradually answered. “Well, I’m Royalty Kristoff Pantovic the 3rd. Call me Kris or Kristoff, whatever you like.” He extended a hand, his smile never wavering.

He turned to his son, Prince Damien. “Attend on behalf of our kingdom,” he ordered. “This changes everything.” Damien clenched his jaw, his thoughts a whirlwind. ********** Emily’s POV – 2 Hours Until the Coronation I stood on the balcony, staring down at the growing crowd in the courtyard below. Flags of pink and gold flew from every turret. Guests had begun to arrive — carriages lined the entrance road, and nobles in shimmering robes spilled into the halls. Behind me, another attendant fastened a delicate diamond necklace around my neck. The Queen herself had worn it at her own coronation.

I mumbled out of surprise as I confirmed myself that he is indeed the owner of that laugh that I heard that day. I went in annoyance but then I was surprised when there were weird noises I heard. He's going out of my side and he started to run away. Why is he even running? I am not sure about that but then without even thinking I stood up immediately and ran after him. Why am I even running? I didn't let all the sides I tried to Chase him but then to my surprise there was a weird drop that is hidden in this part that I step on. "A… shit"

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

A few moments later, Elle and Queme arrived with the maids and sat down as well. The ceremony began almost immediately after we'd settled in. The maid candidates stood lined up in five rows, hands folded in front of them, backs straight. Some looked nervous. Others looked excited. A few could barely hide the fear on their faces. I leaned back in my chair, watching in silence. Then the guards began searching their bags, one after another. "Why are they searching their belongings?" I asked quietly. Demille leaned closer. "The King ordered it. Every candidate is being checked before she enters the palace."

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

And surely hoped he didn’t think he was going to pit his own daughter against me. “As the crown sits between Kolby Crimson and Princess Tawny – undecided. It is only fair that anyone can challenge the princess for the right to claim the crown." “Motherfucker.” Crimson growls out. “Can he do that?” Gillian asks him, grabbing his arm, a look of worry etched into her features. “Yes.” Was Crimson’s clipped tone “The law states that if the crown/throne has not been directly passed to an heir in a position to claim it then that heir can be challenged for the title.”

"What?" The brown haired sixteen years old girl trembled in fear , while her friends encouraged her from behind . Chelsea on the other hand had no idea ; why they were behaving in such a way , what she didn't know that her slightly indifferent look made her look more cold and arrogant ; even her voice that waw filled with indifference sounded as cold as a devil to these young girls . " I - I want to pursue the Crown prince, I - I , Now that Young miss ; is no longer ; his finacee you cannot i- interfere !"

My beloved Cristhofer fought so hard against Commander John Chase, a tall man who was close to 28 years old, he ruled on the Island of Corvo that was next to Shivia, and the reason he fought for my hand was not love, it was for politics and power, because I was Helena Lancaster, sister of King Charles the second Lancaster who found it amusing to host a tournament to the death by my hand. How romantic, isn't it? Men coming from all over just to die competing for the chance to marry me. So when the head of the only man I ever wanted to win the tournament fell onto the fighting arena, I felt it was my end. John Chase was in the finals of the tournament for the princess, and the audience roared