Crown Prince Sells Medicine Novels & Stories

"She has developed quite creative techniques since embracing the dark arts." I looked at the three princes, saw the determination in their eyes. They were prepared to die rather than let me surrender. But I was not prepared to watch them die. "I need time to consider your offer," I said. "Time is something we do not have." Ravenclaw gestured to his soldiers. "Choose now, Princess. Your crown or their lives." The Moonspire throne pulsed beneath me, offering infinite power if I was willing to take it. All I had to do was let go of my control and unleash everything.

The Lunari chair stood empty, draped in black. I looked around, I seen my father sitting at the head of the table, our king, a towering figure in both stature and presence, exuded an aura of cold, unyielding ambition. His eyes, sharp and calculating, gleamed with an insatiable hunger for power an appetite that could never be sated, no matter how many kingdoms he claimed or how many crowns he added to his collection. His face was lined with the marks of age and experience, but there was no softness in his expression, no trace of kindness or warmth. The people who looked upon him saw not a father, but a ruler, a king forged from iron will and relentless desire for control.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

Thinking about it now, he still felt just as excited as ever. "Goldcrow pill? What's that?" Mabel asked in shock. The name sounded so familiar to her. "It's a kind of medicine that can treat all illnesses. It's a priceless treasure!" Jonah exclaimed, but belatedly realizing he had said too much, he swiftly ended the call. Mabel frowned and mumbled, "Goldcrow pill? A medicine that treats all illnesses?" She abruptly recalled the scene that took place earlier! Sebastian had the Goldcrow pill! If even Jonah marveled at its potency, it had to be an incredibly valuable medicine!

He moved with a calm confidence that made my blood boil. It was Maxwell Thorne. The Student Council President. The "Golden Boy." The heir to the Thorne empire. He was the most powerful student at St. Jude’s, and he treated people like me like we were invisible ghosts. Maxwell reached into the vault. His fingers wrapped around a velvet box. He opened it, and even in the dim light, the Founder’s Ring sparkled like a fallen star. It was worth more than my entire neighborhood. He didn't hesitate. He stuffed the ring into his pocket.

I simply didn't know what it was yet. "I don't understand the question," I replied after a long pause, keeping my voice steady. "I'm Aurelia Ashbourne. I received an invitation to enroll here, just like every other student." The Headmaster watched me in silence, his golden eyes revealing nothing. For several uncomfortable seconds, no one spoke. Finally, he walked toward the enormous window overlooking the academy grounds and clasped his hands behind his back. "Ordinary students do not cause the Crown Marks to resonate," he said quietly. "Nor do they release an unknown energy capable of overwhelming three Crown Kings simultaneously." His words caused Kael to straighten slightly, while Lucian