Fix Your Crown Sis Novels & Stories

"Doris said she'd like to treat you to a meal. I don't know if you'd be willing." "Of course I would." … Three months later, a new banner hung at the entrance of the State Automobile Museum—"An Original Imported Toyota Crown from the '90s: A Tribute to a Classic". Inside the exhibition hall, the old Toyota Crown was displayed in the most prominent position. The paint had been given a fresh coat of wax, but not with any new formula. It was a specialized maintenance wax for vintage cars. Matthew had mixed it himself. He said such luster couldn't be bought with money. It could only come from years of care.

Drezic came around behind him and gently lifted him so he was above his aunt and had easier access to put it on. “Thanks Dad.” Tasrin spoke as he ran around to the side. The beautiful green stems of the flowers made the base of the crown and connecting pieces as the purple and yellow flowers gave it color. “Well how does it look?” Rosalie asked with a smile. “You are way to pretty to adorn something I have made.” Tasrin spoke as his jaw dropped. Rosalie giggled happily as she gently touched it with her finger. With magic she set it in almost like glass as it did nothing but sturdy the crown.

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.

She swallowed down her rising fear and pinned all her hope on Falcon. Julia raised her voice, trying to cover her panic with bluster. "That crown was mine first! Your sister touched it, and now it's filthy! I demand an apology and compensation ten times its price for the emotional damage!" Unyielding, she added, "And you must finish cutting off all her hair for me! Most importantly, the arrangement between this bitch and the Alpha must be canceled!" Then, as if she were being generous, she added smugly, "If you do all that, maybe I'll let this go. Otherwise, none of you are leaving this store alive!"

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

"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 was still soft in places, but when I looked at my reflection in the water, my figure had taken on curves and was now defined, balanced, and undeniably striking. Only the sores and growths on my face were still difficult to look at. To accelerate the transformation, I privately sought out Lorian the healer and asked him how to remove the sores and growths. After half a year of living together, we had become something like friends. He looked at the herbal concoction in my hand, concern flickering in his eyes. "Seraphina, applying the herbal concoction to your face can corrode the diseased tissue and rebuild the skin. But the effects are dangerous, and the pain is beyond what most werewolves

Kael was already beside her, his grip firm on her arm. “What happened?” Aera struggled to breathe evenly. “It is true.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “What is?” She looked at the talisman, then back at him. “The crown was not intended to stand alone.” His jaw clenched. “We had already suspected that.” Aera shook her head. “No.” Her voice became quieter, yet stronger. “Not in this manner.” Kael remained silent, waiting. For he knew— This mattered. “There were two,” Aera stated.