Crown Of Love Novels & Stories

The annoyance I felt towards him earlier because I thought he had forgotten our anniversary all of a sudden and was replaced by butterflies in my stomach and horse racing in my heart. He's the one. Forever does really exist, especially when I'm with Jiro. He's the living proof of Prince Charming and true love does really exist. I am deeply madly in love with him. I can't even see myself in the near future dating another boy. I am sure that he is the only man I am capable of loving. Jiro slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes and first its blur until my vision gradually cleared. The first thing you see is the decorations Jiro's whole garden, just like a bandiritas made of white and red ros

Kaelin, ever disciplined, remained steadfast. Their silence stretched on, a battleground of unspoken truths and strained loyalties. However, fractures were emerging—not in their bond, but in its perception. Riven misinterpreted Kaelin’s restraint as detachment, perceiving it as a political strategy rather than the deliberate, deeply personal control it truly was. He drew nearer, lowering his voice. “I wish there were no crown…” Kaelin raised her eyes, meeting his gaze with a faint acknowledgment. “There is,” she responded simply, allowing the weight of her words to settle upon the quiet between them.

Part of her. Literally. I shuddered. “This isn’t a coven anchor,” I muttered, though half of me feared she could read my mind. “It’s not… binding.” “No.” She shook her head. “It’s not.” Ice blossomed in my chest. “Then what the hell is it?” Her fingers curled over mine, warm and solid. Too solid. Attempting to ground me when her admission had shaken me to my core. “It’s destiny.” My world tilted.

“A selfish, insular paradise. You asked what was forgotten. Look upon it.” He raises his hands. Above them, threads of resentment, of pure, undiluted envy, weave together from every single one of his gathered souls. They form a circlet of jagged, dark light. A Crown. I don’t need to be told what it does. I can feel its function from here. It doesn’t kill. It negates. It denies the very premise of us. Love. Sacrifice. The power that comes from caring for one person more than the entire universe.

Alden was sending a message as he did not want to explain anything to him. Nic could not ask much in detail, so he could only tell the driver to drive. On the other hand, Working on the new designs of her jewellery brand name 'THE CROWN OF LOVE', Katherine Richards sighed and suddenly a cup of hot tea came to her view. Katherine lifted up her head and found a familiar face of a man.  A bright smile appeared on her lips as she said, "Thank you, King".

The silence of waiting. Hundreds of candles burned without flickering, illuminating a vast circular hall carved from black stone. Pillars rose like the trunks of ancient trees, disappearing into darkness high above. Banners bearing the crest of the First Bloodline hung motionless from the walls. At the center of the chamber stood a throne unlike any crafted by human hands. It was carved from obsidian, polished until it reflected the candlelight like still water. Upon it sat a woman. She looked no older than twenty-five.

Of closure. When I finally pulled back, I wiped my face and took his hand. "Yes," I said. "Let's go eat." We walked away together. Hand in hand. Behind us, I knew Damian was still standing there. Watching. But I didn't look back. Damian Blackwood had been my first love. My first heartbreak. My first lesson in what I would never accept again. Sebastian Stone was my last. And I, Aurora Vance, daughter of the Alpha Prime and heir to the throne of the North, had never been more certain of anything in my life.

Ashina sobbed, both hands locked over Maelor as if the moon might reach inside her and lift the child by name. Conri stepped forward until the barrier burned his boots, his face carved from horror and restraint. Bardolph went still. The poisoned bond between us turned blacker, pulsing once, twice, then pulling the crown’s whisper into my skull. I shook my head before the name fully formed, because some part of me already understood what the crown wanted. No. Not him. Not after every lie. Not after every wound. Not because I loved him. Not because I hated him. Not because the crown wanted one more broken bond to pay for power.

With those final words, I yanked the wedding ring off my finger and flung it at Nolan with all the force I could muster. "Hah. Alright, then," said Nolan, nodding. He tossed a check onto the coffee table like it was nothing. "Here's fifteen thousand. Take it and get out!" The moment my fingers brushed the check, Lena let out a sharp cry. "Ugh, my chest... It's so tight..." She crumpled, falling right into Nolan's arms. Nolan's face twisted with shock, and he swatted my hand away like I was a pest. The check drifted down, landing in an ashtray brimming with cigarette butts, instantly ruined.

He collapsed onto the red carpet, his trembling hands reaching out as if to desecrate the hem of my pristine white gown. "I was wrong, I was so wrong! That woman is a lunatic—she infected me, she ruined me!" "You're a doctor, you must have a way to remedy this, right? Only you truly cared for me!" He begged pitiably, slamming his forehead against the floor with a dull, sickening thud. I looked down at him from my vantage point at the altar. I felt no hatred—only a deep, cold loathing. "Lorenzo, the moment that slap landed, the Joanna you knew evaporated into that Christmas night."