Fix Your Crown Sis Novels & Stories

"I want to be clear, so listen carefully, because I will say this once. I claimed you because the law recognizes what you are to me, and allowing my mate to be chained as a breeder would humiliate the crown before every pack in the kingdom. That is the only reason you are here." Sable stopped singing. I felt her go still inside me, and then I felt her start to shake, and I stood there in front of his desk with my hope draining out of me and hating myself for ever letting it in. Of course. Of course it was the crown, not me. It had never once in my life been me. Each sentence that followed went into me slow and deep, and I kept my eyes on the edge of his desk and my face empty, because I had

He tried calling her, “Darina, what about our brotherhood?” “You should have inquired that yourself, Shahin,” Darina riposted. She left the place without looking back. Shahin trembled in the urgency to convince Basiliskus again to side with him. “But Satrap Basiliskus, you know that my great-grandfather is a king. By now, I am the real possessor of the crown. You should have set your allegiance to me even if you do not aim to set out Gilan from Clapestris.”

Without raising an alarm, I marched over to where he stood and started to study every part of him before me. He raised a questioning brow utterly thrown off when I grabbed one of his wrists and gave it a firm squeeze, though my strength counted for nothing. "What in the devil's name are you..." "See!" I pointed out, amazed by my obvious discovery, his majesty deflected his crimson red eyes to a pink patch decorated on his pale wrist. "Your blood is red." I reiterated. Little did I expect his Majesty to titter at my sense of humor, and I did not know when I found myself giggling.

Bending forward to intimidate the young lady, he asked, “Do you have the money to fund it?” “No.” “See? Your plan is useless. It’s better for you to quit the competition since there is no way for you to make things better here. Your presence is nothing but a nuisance.” The prince turned her back on her, but came to a halt after a few steps away when Emery spoke. “It is not useless. Since I will have to provide the money needed, I will have to return to the capital later.” Turning on his heels, Prince Cornelius stared at her as if she was the worst woman he had ever encountered in his entire life.

“You’d think we were summoning ancient spirits with all this ceremony.” Jarvis chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I know, right? She acts like we’re performing some ancient magic that requires absolute precision. It’s just a way to honor our ancestors, not a spell to conjure werewolf spirits.” Their banter was interrupted by Sevena’s voice, clear and commanding. “Silence,” she said, her tone brooking no argument. “This ritual is a sacred tradition that must be observed with the utmost respect.” Jarvis and Liberty exchanged a knowing look, their amusement tempered by a sense of reverence for the solemnity of the occasion. They knew better than to push their mother too far, es

It was then that Brianna crowned Janessa with a crown made of penises. “Is it 'penises' or 'pensisi'? Or maybe 'penii'?” Janessa wondered, sipping on her second drink. She had a straw and was sucking it down. “Like octopus and octopi.” “Penises,” Cassie replied, putting a hot pink sash over Janessa's head. “Definitely penises.” Janessa nodded and took another sip of her drink. She adjusted her crown, giggling as she touched the erect penis in the center.

“Isn’t that suppose to be on the 6th?” “It is the 6th! Have you forgotten that we are supposed to be staying in Hazel for the day as guests? Then attend the coronation tomorrow?” My brow furrowed in disbelief. That can’t be right. I have been marking my calendar every single day. It is impossible for me not to know the exact date. “Is this a joke? I have been marking my calendar correctly.” “Rose.” It was Ren who suddenly decided to join in on our conversation. “Are you sure that you are marking the right month? Did you tear off the previous month?”

Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty. I slowly walked up the stone platform, not even sparing Alexander a glance as I stopped. His expression was tight. "What are you doing, Ivy?" I looked up, my voice ringing clear across the entire square as I said, "I refuse to recognize Lucas Gowling as the successor of the Graystone pack."

she mutters in a furious voice before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Cara gladly smiles, setting down her tools of work to finally become the powerful, feared woman that her old mother promised she would become. She tiptoes her way from the dresser whose clean surface she was wiping and halts at the small table by the bed. She picks up the crown with a proud smile and sets it on top of her head with a huge sigh. Her eyes close as she tries to feel her connection to the crown. But she senses something different, it's rejection and rage. A deafening wail leave her mouth as she collapses to the floor, the crown's ruthless curse causing her searing pain.

She asked, but before Seb who was having a naughty smile on his face can answer her, her eyes opened wide, and she shook her head vigorously and said, "don't you dare to give me any love bite Sebastian." "Tomorrow we are going to have a crowning ceremony, and everyone will make fun of me," Swara said while slapping his chest on which Seb shrugged his shoulder, and said shamelessly, "then why makeup products are available in the market? We can cover it up, you know." "No..." Swara said in a stern tone on which Seb made a sad pout and said, "Little Sparrow..."