Crowns Quotes Novels & Stories

he breathed. She snuggled into his palm, sinking into his warmth, “Yes.” He smiled, reaching up to plant a sensual kiss to her lips. ‘My King.’ A mind link came through. ‘Not now!’ he snapped back. He pressed his tongue gently into Klara’s mouth, kneading her thigh. Her sensitive area grazed his crotch releasing a moan from her throat. ‘I’m sorry, My King. Silversmith wants to accept the crown.’ Marc sat upright, having to grip Klara for her not to fall from his lap. “What is it?” She frowned at him. He debated leaving it half an hour, his hands wrapped around her waist. “Marc?”

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

“scented candles? What type of candles are those? ” “ Candles which gives out scent when lit, some have flower scents and other herbal scents ” Xavier explained with surprising ease, almost like a merchant himself “ A princess with a merchant’s ambition. That’s rare.” Asher was amused “They are of excellent quality,” Xavier added, surprising even himself with the small note of pride in his voice. He knew because he secretly asked one of the staff to bring him the candle so he tried. Asher smirked slightly. “If you are very sure of her and if it pleases her, she may trade freely within Greta. I admire a woman who seeks her own path.”

I said, I put you here; I take you out. At the queen’s tea, a noblewoman with a snake brooch and sugared voice leaned to confide, “We are so comforted by your… survival.” I touched the brooch and said, “Antique?” She glowed. I smiled until she thought I was her friend; then I asked how often her husband visited the lighthouse for his investments, and she spilled it like cream.

"You're quite pretty. Too bad you had to pull something like this. You picked the wrong person to mess with. If you can't pay, don't push it. Take off a piece of clothing, and I'll give you a 100-grand discount per item. I'm being generous." I snatched a pen off the desk and drove it straight toward his eye. At the last second, I stopped. The tip hovered just short of contact. Jim stumbled back in panic, cursing under his breath, calling me insane. I lowered the pen slowly, my gaze sharp enough to cut. "Ten minutes isn't up yet," I said. "No one touches me. Since we're waiting, maybe we should talk about my losses." I bent down, picking up the shattered pieces of the antique ornament and set

Morning light filtered through the curtains of Isabelle’s chambers at Cresthaven Palace, illuminating the small desk where she sat motionless, quill suspended above parchment. A letter to Amelia lay half-written before her, the ink long dried. How did one tell a dear friend that the crown prince had requested assistance in courting her? More importantly, how did one write such a letter with a heart splintered into fragments?

His voice carried the ruthless bite of a Mafia Don,stabbing straight at me. "Elena.Don't tell me you're throwing another fit just because I gave Lila a necklace."

‘Those who belittle others are usually so little themselves. Small people belittle others. Great people make others feel they to can become great.’ Quote by Nick Verd. April barely had time to plaster a small smile on her face, still covering her braces, before they entered the hall. To claps and cheers. In her mind, she had very little to be happy about right now. The way Noah had looked at her made her self-conscious of her overweight body. She didn’t want to be here.