Crown Of Midnight By Sarah J Maas の小説・ストーリー

That makes me wonder if she was bringing the malls inside the room until they stopped, leaving the entire floor packed with paper bags. I shifted my bewildered gaze to Megan, thinking she was done, but she snapped her finger again before I could utter a single word, and a brunette-haired girl in a uniform dress of black and white apron on top with no more than a year older than me came into the limelight. “And I want to introduce your personal handmaid, Hana.” Megan motioned the maid girl to come forward. “She will be the one attending to all your needs.” My own handmaid? Hah, Damon really thinks that getting me pampered is one way to get me to change my mind and forgive everything he has do

We sat across from each other in the small study, the crown between us on the table, pulsing its quiet gold-and-red light. "This is strange," Caden said after a while. "Which part specifically?" "All of it." He looked at the crown. "Three days ago I had an army. A plan thirty years in the making, a certainty about what I was owed and how to take it." Something shifted in his expression. "Now I'm sitting across from the woman I spent three decades hunting, preparing to perform an ancient ritual to seal something neither of us fully understands." "Life moves fast," I said.

] [Contestants have fifteen minutes remaining to identify what Daniel Cross discovered before midnight. The mirror cracked again. And this time, the woman inside it was gone.

Ethan followed a second later, his own cum a hot, thick flood that spilled out and coated their tangled thighs as he let out a final, guttural roar. The aftermath was a heavy, stinging hangover. Ethan collapsed over her back, his literal weight pressing her into the furs. Madison lay there, her limbs shaking, her skin raw. The salt of his sweat dripped onto her shoulder, the lingering warmth between her thighs the only thing making her feel human. "The King is stable," a voice called through the door. Madison pushed Ethan off, her eyes landing on the silver crown sitting on the side table. It looked heavy. "Then the hunt for Vanessa begins."

Read the first line and felt her blood turn to ice. We have your mother. At the bottom sat a single signature. —The Black Crown

Total, heavy silence. The only sounds were Rosa's muffled sobs and Marco's labored breathing. Dante's expression changed from one of fury to horror, then disbelief. He stared at me like I was some stranger. Three minutes ticked by. The ping from Swisswell Bank cut through the quiet like a knife. [Your account has been credited with 50,000,000 USD.] I signed my name with a flourish, then tossed the contract onto Marco's shocked mug. "A bad girl and her lackey, bound for eternity. May your wedding tomorrow be as cheery as a wake."

The lanterns drifted ahead as though guiding me. I followed. The corridor opened into a magnificent circular chamber. At its center lay a frozen lake, smooth as glass. Above it hovered a crystal crown, shimmering with pale blue and silver light. The Crown of Luna. My heart quickened. Before I could move closer, ripples spread across the frozen surface. A woman slowly emerged from the ice. She wore flowing silver robes, and her long hair glowed like moonlight. Her gentle eyes held centuries of wisdom. I froze. "You..."

“Do you know what else?” “What?” I snap. “They all worked for me.” I pause for a second, sucking in a breath. “They tricked him.” He nods. “And he fell for it. Once the spell was cast, sure he became a beast in battle, but it has haunted him for the rest of his life. Not only that, but they tied it to me because they needed an anchor that would live for all times and ensure you two kept coming back. Now, do you understand?” I softly laugh under my breath. “And let me guess. This all took place at midnight and that is why midnight is significant.”

“What exactly is the Bone Crown?” The elder’s eyes shifted to her—sharp, assessing. “The Crown of the Dark Oath. The twin to the Marrow Throne. One forged not from sacrifice but from betrayal.” The snow hissed as though offended. Malachai’s jaw tightened. “The Oath has two halves. Light and dark. Balance and blood. Magnus tried to twist the former. The latter… no one has controlled it for centuries.” Cassian flicked snow from his coat. “Great. So we’re up against something historical and homicidal.”

It happened on a rainy afternoon. I had been arranging flowers in the great hall when hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor. “Healer! Someone fetch the Alpha!” A maid cried out. The bouquet slipped from my hands. The maid rushed past me, nearly stumbling over her own dress. “What happened?” I asked. Her face glowed with excitement. “Miss Lily fainted!” She announced. Cold dread settled over me. I found myself walking toward Lily’s chamber before I realized what I was doing. The hallway outside was crowded.