Fix Your Crown Sis Novels & Stories

he asked lazily, the sinister smile on his face making violence feel extremely necessary. That smile, arrogant stupid smile. This fool must have forgotten who exactly he was dealing with. The entire underground restaurant had gone silent now. Every eye locked onto our table while tension spread through the room like poison. I stepped forward slowly. One step. Then another. My heels echoed sharply against the marble floor while Rico’s men subtly reached toward their weapons. Good. I hoped they did. One of the fake versions of my papa smiled wider. “Princess,” fake papa said warmly.

"She really thinks she's something. Ten bags? Even a whole truck of knockoffs wouldn't match one of Jim's accessories." I couldn't help thinking how one rotten person could ruin the whole place. Violet had no shame, and the people she surrounded herself with were no better. Violet dragged over a chair and sat right in front of me, like she had front row seats to a show she was certain I would lose. Jim stepped closer, grabbing my chin and tilting my face up. The look in his eyes made my skin crawl. "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-

Kylo agreed. Moments later, Loki flipped through the pages of a hairstyle magazine in an expensive salon while Kylo waited at the lounge for her. Her eyes leveled on a particular style and after a while of staring at it, she nodded at the beautician. "This one." "Alright, ma'am. I would make sure to give you the best." The lady enthusiastically said. Loki managed a ghost of a smile at her and glanced at her reflection on the mirror only for her gaze to level at Kylo. He was sitting comfortably on a couch close by with his long legs crossed while he flipped through a magazine.

Elinor blinked gently. Her thick, curled eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath her eyelids, adding a touch of forlornness to her expression, as if she bore the weight of the world's unpredictable changes. Lilith watched her with a hint of melancholy. Elinor had set aside the chess piece, reaching for the slender wooden box on the table and opening it. Inside lay the King's Cane, and a letter that she had written and also stamped with the seal of the ring.

Dante was seething, but he had to keep it under wraps. He never saw it coming. The girl who had always been so meek, the one who clawed her way up from the slums, the real deal heiress, was showing her true colors then, all teeth and claws. "50 million? In your dreams! Who do you think you are?" "Dreams are optional." I whipped out my phone, the screen showing a ticking countdown to send. "This is Rosa's health report. It says her kidneys are in perfect health, and that the whole sick act was just a con to snag my kidney.

The past few weeks have been more diabolical than even I can comprehend. “You know the Alpha king is coming here soon, visiting every pack in the regions, and you will be on Jimmy’s side as his Luna, not me. That position belongs to me, but lying to the Alpha king is a felony. I can’t pretend to be you, and I also can’t kill you outright because that would mean the Alpha king would have me killed. So let’s see how far your body can go before it breaks down, and being fair, I have been enjoying this even more.” She announced as she examined her body in the mirror.

" That video went viral in Sicellia's underworld, and soon enough, I was getting death threats from the big shots of every major family. My reply was simple: "Make me disappear, and I'll make sure your dirty laundry gets a worldwide airing." Seven years into my gig, the Ariadne system became a lifeline for girls who were in my shoes. Bullied by the court of public opinion, the big families had no choice but to back my women's aid crusade. The day we inked the deal, Amory was there, trying hard not to cry. The Harlow's consigliere, my silent guardian angel through thick and thin.

The one who holds my hand when he is scared. "Give me the crown," Darius says. He moves closer to me. "The letter from the lawyer. The DNA proof. We will burn it together. You will go back to being my wife. My good wife. My obedient wife. No one gets hurt. No one needs to know." "What crown?" I ask him. He smiles. The same smile from this morning. From our wedding. From seven years of lies. "I know you are the Princess," he says. "I found you first. Before anyone else could. I made sure you stayed small. Stayed grateful. Stayed mine."

The Crown hovered above her head. Broken. Floating. Pieces suspended in the air. And inside the shattered Crown— A woman slowly opened her eyes. Silver hair. Silver eyes. A beautiful smile. Selara. The first thing she did was look directly at the giant being beyond the gate. The second thing she did was smile. The third thing she did made every ancient being on the battlefield panic. She bowed. Not to the Empty King. Not to Aurelia. Not to the creature. To the thing beyond the gate.

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for