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I want to bury my face in that heavy flesh and suck her peaks until she cries my name. "Anyway," Chloe said, quickly changing the subject as she looked out the window. "Are you ready for this party? I heard the hosts are setting up that wild theme tonight. The one from the dark web." "The glory holes?" I asked, my blood suddenly running hot. "Yeah," Chloe whispered, her voice dropping to a breathless murmur. "A thick velvet wall. The girls stand behind it completely anonymous. The guys pay an entry f*e at the door, walk into a private booth, and get to do whatever they want to them. No eyes. No names. Just pure, blind tasting."

No," I said. And as soon as he raised it— He pivoted once more. He had a serene expression. His cheeks were wet with tears. He gave me a direct look. And inquired once more: "If I make the wrong decision, will you still love me?" The wind ceased. Floating in his hand was the crown. And the shadows started to shift once more above his head. Forming a black shape. A crown that grows by itself. Not from stars. But at night. A crown of darkness.

*“Find the crown.” A glint catches my eye—a circlet of obsidian and starlight, hidden in the shadows. I grab it. The ground shakes. --- **Ryland’s Choice** The pack’s howls turn panicked. I sprint toward the tomb, Silas’s energy spiking like a wildfire. He stands at the entrance, the crown clenched in his fist. “I know how to save her!” “Silas, *no*—” He slams the crown onto his head.

As she continued, her eyes landed on the man who's besides her. She saw the crown prince leaning on the wall in the window, he's holding a book that in seconds will fall to the ground and he's sleeping. She removed the comforter on her and gently moved her feet out of the bed. She notices that she's wearing a white sleeping dress, it's not a big deal who changes her clothes because she knows that Deimos will never do that. She stood up carefully not to wake Deimos up and get the books he's holding. She tiptoed towards him, she extended her hand and she was about to get the book when it was too late because the book had already fallen.

How could I let his sacrifice be in vain? I pulled out my phone and opened the only unread message. I called the anonymous number without a second thought. … Stepping out of the funeral home with Dad's ashes, the sky opened up. I did not bother with an umbrella. The rain turned my wounds pale and raw, the chill seeping deep into my bones. However, my heart was already icy, just like the ashes I carried. Right then, the shrill roar of an engine sliced through the downpour. A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin.

I copied her and lowered my voice for my second reply She gasped and covered her mouth, "You totally have a secret admirer," she gushed, "Someone who could afford to buy you real diamonds..." she trailed off in thought before her eyes widened, "Oh My God, one of the Crown brothers has a crush on you!" she squealed "Maybe even all of them, if that one rumour is true," she wiggled her eyebrows at me I rolled my eyes, "Don't we have somewhere to be?" I asked her

“When the time comes.” He lifts his hand and presses his fingers against my forehead. Heat floods my skull, but not pain. Memory and magic. Visions crash into me: A wolf wrapped in flame standing at the mouth of a burning forest. A woman with eyes like Zenith’s, cradling a newborn wrapped in silver light. A throne made of obsidian, cracked straight through the middle. A war. A kiss. A howl that splits the sky. And then, his voice, soft again. “Awaken, Crownless One.”

Tonight was supposed to be the first calm Friday in forever: no revenants, no Hollow Choir remnants, no oni trying to drag me into a drinking contest under the bleachers. I’m in my room, door locked, chemistry notes spread out like a losing battle. I’m re-drawing the same Vinča symbol on my palm for the 2,114th time (healing wipes it clean every morning, same old routine). Then the bloodstone cracks. A tiny, perfect fracture right down the center. A single drop of liquid starlight (not blood) beads up and rolls down my forehead onto my open textbook. The Crown HUD flickers once. CROWN INTEGRITY: 10 / 47

The Midnight Maw was not a palace of gold and glass like the Zenith Crown, it was a fortress of basalt and bone, carved into the heart of the Obsidian Crags, as Koran led me through the torch-lit corridors, the air grew colder, heavy with the scent of ancient earth and unrefined magic.

“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.