Inori From Guilty Crown Novels & Stories

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.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

"I am Desmond, my brother sent me here. To spar with you…" "Brother, you mean Deimos errr the crown prince?" She made sure. "Yes." Not edited

Dalton yells. I see Apollo about to snap Rina’s neck. “Stop,” I yell. Apollo and Dalton both look at me. “I’ll do it.” Apollo steps back and I take Rina’s neck in my hand. “Remember I like it when you get rough,” Rina smirks. I snap her neck. Dr. Lee looks away as Rina’s lifeless body falls to the floor. Jove-Our pup is born. I walk out of the clinic and back to the medical cell.

“You won’t believe what I had witnessed.” “Tell me,” Mark said, amusement lacing his voice. “It’s her,” I hissed. “Aria Monroe. She’s the one. The mysterious designer everyone’s been chasing. The one we need for the third partnership.” There was a pause, then a sharp laugh. “You’re joking. That Aria? The nerd? The one you—” “Don’t.” My jaw tightened. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

I stated happily. “Did you tell Nate,” Orion asked. “The most he knew was what you saw,” I stated feeling embarrassed. “Yeah, we didn’t know the extent of what happened between the two of you. We hate that he saw you like that,” Orion said. Crown nodded. I crawled on to Orion’s lap, held Crown’s hand and put my legs over his. “I really don’t know what triggered people to look into me. But because of that, I have two bodyguards shadowing me,” I said. “I know. But at the time when they stopped by, I didn’t know it was you they were referring to,” Crown said. “What,” Orion asked. “Then why do you think it was because of me,” I asked Crown. “My information comes from someone who is

“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.

They had bullied her at every social gathering, ensuring that Elen would never have her debut in society. "You, you're all bullying me? Don't you know who my father is? You're all protecting that orphan?" Anastasia's voice echoed through the room, filled with anger and frustration. Elen had made up her mind. Stepping forward, she approached Anastasia with purpose, her lips parting to deliver words meant only for the young girl's ears. Elen's eyes blazed with an intense fire, her gaze enough to silence the young Anastasia. Leaning in close, her voice dripped with calculated precision and a quiet, menacing intensity. "Am I an orphan? Yes. But this 'orphan' will now become the princess of Adels

I turned my head and gave him all my undivided attention. “Where is the crown, Nikolas?” Liam asked. I frowned at his question. “In the bedroom, why?” I asked, confused by his inquiry. “Have you checked that crown?” Liam asked. I saw Jordan turn his head and stare at Liam. Alpha Maximus as well. What was Liam trying to say? “May I know where all this interrogation is coming from?” I asked with annoyance. “Because it would be best if you check on it. I’ve been having this feeling that the crown is a clue,” Liam explained as he took a sip of his tea. “Also, I bet you haven’t seen it, right? Especially after the amulet broke.”