Jessica Crown Novels & Stories

Jessica sat on her bed, her eyes stared at the wall, barely blinking. The house had been practically empty over the past few days, Chris had gone on a business trip, Michael had been going out nonstop to meet with other investors just in case Jessica failed to bring the Armani back, Sarah was more or less a ghost in the house. Jessica did not know what to do, how was she supposed to get back in power after a fall so hard and high? How was she supposed to rule again when her crown had been melted and thrown away? She could just have to buy another one. But it was too costly apparently. How? What? When? She kept asking herself.

Min Yuezhen knew what was going on between them, but she didn't want to interrupt their conversation, so she just waited silently. Thomas took a sip of coffee, and a light flickered in his eyes. Min Yuezhen only had a vague idea of what she had heard. She looked at Thomas uncertainly and asked, "Jessica, is it really related to the Yans?" "She is the crown princess!" As Su Mingdong's daughter in the past, Jessica was so humble that she was despised everywhere. Now she was related to the Yans, and the most important one at that. This was a big deal!

"You're my woman, dress you up a bit nicer so that I won't be embarrassed!" Mr. Marcus whispered in her ear with a wicked tone, and then pushed her away, saying, "Miss Jessica, let's go!" Jessica lowered her head to look at the necklace on her chest. Her heart skipped a beat once again. It wasn't her imagination - this necklace was a limited-edition treasure from Noblefull Group called Angel's Tears.

“Good, since you do not love her, why do you intend to make her your wife? Jessica is a very outstanding woman. She is soft spoken but can be fierce when the occasion calls for it, just look at her abilities in the underworld and business world; why would you choose such a woman over Jessica?” “She is the heiress of the Jones family in Millennium City, and we need their alliance if we want to enter the international market in country A. She is also the CEO of Jones Corp. and also very good with business; as for training her in the underworld, I think it's a matter of time before she becomes a master in the field; I have seen her ability to learn new things and adapt.” "Oh, and you are sure s

Izaak shook his head at Rick’s silliness and I couldn’t help but laugh. As we all made our way outside, we came across Jessica again. This time around she was dressed to kill as her breasts were almost pouring out in the tight and skimpy blue gown she wore. Her perfume on the other hand was very nauseating making me feel dizzy. “This was please,” Jessica said, smiling broadly. “ There’s a car waiting out front. The drive will take you to the venue.” “Isn’t the crowning ceremony supposed to be held here in the pack house?” I questioned.

Rhion’s friend. “Champagne,” Derick offered me a glass, “Non-alcoholic. Don’t worry.” “Thanks,” I took it and looked back at Deo. What’s he doing here? Was Rhion here too? We were about to take our seats when a woman called Derick’s attention. She’s so beautiful and stood tall like a model. “Jessica…” Jessica Mendez? Isn’t she the beauty queen who won the Miss Universe crown some years ago? I couldn’t believe I’d meet her in person.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

My twin sister Celeste and I shared the same face, but little else. She believed in forgiveness. I believed anyone who hurt her should pay. Three years ago, Celeste was set to marry Adrien, Crown Prince of Valeria. But an old succession law forbade identical twins from both retaining legal identities once one entered the royal bloodline. So I chose my sister. My parents staged my death, erased Cassandra Montclair from public records, and promised to protect Celeste after I disappeared. I left her my fortune and the Crescent Guard, then vanished to the northern border. I believed my death had bought her safety. Then our dormant twin bond suddenly returned—and pain told me Celeste was being to

She span around as she got to the centre. The place smelt fresh and had a light feeling in the air. Jessie picked a few flowers to make a crown; attaching blue to red, to yellow and pink. "So you like it then?" Christian guessed. Jessie shook her head while place her flower crown on, "I love it. The place feels so light, and peaceful." "This is home then?" Christian smiled down at her. "New Rome." "No, no, no. It won't be called Rome." Christian said, making a face.

A slight gasp falls from me as my foot stays perfectly still on the bed. I can’t feel anything. Just like the doctor, I don’t answer his question. Instead, I ask, “Is this permanent or only temporary?” Please tell me this is only temporary. No matter what he says, the crown has already been passed to Dee, but I was hoping to be able to help her out. Now, what am I going to do?