Crowned Series Novels & Stories

I chuckled to myself and thought, sometimes I don’t even understand myself, but I do. Orion We are waiting for Lara to come home. During this time, Crown is walking around looking at things in her house. How unlike him to do that, I thought. “Hey, you ok,” I asked Crown. He seems to be acting different, I thought. “Work is becoming interesting,” he said. “How so,” I asked. “I can’t say anything, as you know,” he started to say. “Understood,” I interjected, while he continued speaking. “But I think things are going to become more interesting as the days go by,” he ended. “At your job,” I asked him. He thought it over. “Both,” he finally said after some time had passed. I nodded

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

Nolan was right there beside her, casually sipping wine, his eyes fixed on me with a smirk. "Look who it is, our very own Donna," he teased. Mike, the Winston family's Underboss and Nolan's right-hand man, let out a whistle. "Nice get-up. What's this, The Pity Act 2.0?" I brushed off their taunts and stood before Nolan. "The money?" I asked, my hand outstretched, voice barely steady. Nolan gave his wine glass a lazy swirl. "What's the hurry? Forgot how things work around here?"

“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.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

"Exclusive distribution rights to the Kane jewelry line for the next five years. Our margins are twenty two percent better than your current suppliers. Our lead times are half. Our designs have been featured on every major international red carpet this year. I am prepared to sign contracts tonight. I have my lawyer down the hall." The men looked through the folders. One of them, Damien recognized him, Silas Moreau of Moreau Maison, cleared his throat. "Cross Corporation is our current supplier." "I am aware." "Our relationship with Damien is long standing." "Your relationship with your shareholders is longer." Silas smiled thinly. Damien was trying to breathe normally. "Ms. Kane," he said. "

I chirped with an enthusiastic nod. "Excellent." Prince Lazul gave me a smile and pointed at a couple of crowns Sir Sebastian was holding. "You see those crowns—those crowns are the main target of the Hunters. While also being able to attack or defend, the thing they must focus on is the Crown of the opposing team's King. If a Hunter gets that and brings it to their King, the team instantly wins the set." "Set?" I repeated and raised a brow. "You mean to say there are sets in this sport?"

A woman who's wearing a white gown said. "You should be, do everything to make her alright. I have high expectations!" Deimos said with a cold tone of voice. "Yes, your highness…" The two of them responded. Two of them check Katara, while waiting. Evans gives the crown prince a tea to calm down. He seems so worried about her. "I think Mistress Heldigard will be fine, so you can rest assured your highness." Evan says it's the first time for him to watch the crown prince get worried to another person other side of his siblings.

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass. Sebastian let out a short, contemptuous laugh. His polished, hand-made leather shoe came down, pinning Lorenzo’s palm to the floor with agonizing precision. "The head of the family? Lorenzo, you seem to have forgotten who anointed you to that seat. In this city, what I bestow, I can reclaim whenever I please." Pinned and helpless, Lorenzo twisted his head, staring up at me with eyes saturated in pure venom. "Joanna, you make me sick. I can't believe how fast you crawled into the Don’s bed."