Chasing The Crown Novels & Stories

She also practices how to use the ring, and Prof Alan is a true genius because it's easy to use and it could really protect her from elemental powers. Before the game starts, Katara goes back to the Greenhouse to check if the crown prince is there. She waited for him for almost 20 minutes before she decided to go back, but she was about to open the door when someone had already done. She was dragged and lost her balance for a second. It's a good thing that the crown prince held her hand and pulled her back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He immediately apologized. "No, it's okay! It's okay…" She said, and the crown prince looked at her.

Before them sat the old king on his golden throne-like he had the entire world beneath his feet. "I summoned you all here to announce that anytime now, I will formally call a royal edict to start the Hunt for the Elysian crown and the search for the winner of the Vesta Challenge. Unlike all the other Hunts and Vesta Challenges you have surely all read from the empire's history books, this generation will be different." Of course. You have placed a hidden agenda in these events. Your greed knows no end, Your Majesty. Tori glanced at the princely-looking Prince Corean. He was standing a foot before her but she could still make out the sharp contours of his angel-woven face.

I reached out— Just as the Eagle did. We moved in unison, shadows colliding. Both of our hands shot out but Phina’s roar ripped out of my chest, not ready to lose and then my fingers touched the crown. My heart skipped as my fingers curled around it first I got it…I got the crown!! Happiness filled my heart but suddenly the crown started melting in my hand. My smile disappeared. Why…why was it melting?

“Daddy! Mommy! You’re both here!” Crown’s delighted voice carried through the air as he sprinted toward his parents. His small feet thudded against the pavement, the straps of his backpack bouncing slightly with each step. His golden eyes, full of innocence and excitement, locked onto Jade and Ceynol, who stood just beyond the school gate. Jade knelt, extending her arms. “Of course, sweetheart! We promised, didn’t we?” Crown flung himself into her embrace, his little arms wrapping tightly around her neck.

“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.

“I called him. I sounded worried and panicked about you. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. Your boyfriend has an irritable habit of doing what he could to make the world a safer place to live in. I stationed people to have an eyeball on him. I had him followed. And as soon as we were sure he was headed to our house’s direction, I called in the hit—well, I mean, the staged hit. “I had to make sure that you were chased out of the house in that very small window of time that we had. And I had to make sure Mr. Atkins knew that I was the one putting your life in danger. Because if he did, I knew there was no way he would let you out of his sight. He would insist you live in his house. That wo

"Yes" He swoops me off my feet grinning, twirling me around while I giggled. He places me back on my feet. "Good. Now let's go make babies" "What?" I laugh. THE END!!! I hope you enjoyed reading CHASING STORM as much as I loved writing it.Watch out for my next book, and if you haven't checked out my old ones, be sure to.

“Do you accept I, King Marcus Alexander Fredrick Hunterson as your one and only King, and your pups accept my offspring as their Royals?” “I accept.” “Do you accept your life is to, from this moment on, serve and protect the crown?” “I accept.” “Do accept your King as your mate?” Marc grinned. “I acc- Marc!” she exclaimed in a small whine tapping his knee. “That wasn’t part of it was it?”

Nonetheless, she proceeded toward her destiny alongside a man who displayed no love, only a desire for control. While moving towards the middle of the hall, Federico's eyes turned towards the crown resting on a velvet pillow by the altar. His lips formed a faint smile that gave Azalea a chill. She didn't understand his thoughts, but it was obvious that the crown held a deeper significance for him beyond being just a representation of power. The crown was essential for Federico to access more power. Furthermore, it would aid him in solving the puzzle of his mother's murder.

Her face was already pinched into the expression of a woman preparing to fire the entire palace staff. “Mami.” I cracked an egg into a bowl. “Morning.” “My crown is missing.” I picked up a second egg. “Which crown?” Gabby looked at me like I had just asked who the president was. “My pink glitter crown.” “You have four pink glitter crowns.” “The aquarium one.” “Oh. The cheap one.” “It’s royal.” “Royal and seven dollars can coexist.” Her face darkened. “It’s gone.” Another set of footsteps came from behind her.