Novel & Cerita Jessica Crown

My crown, wherever it was cracked. I felt it as if it were part of me, as if the metal and jewels were extensions of my own body. The sound echoed in my skull not heard, but felt, a vibration that went straight to my bones. The crown had been more than decoration, more than symbol. It had been anchor, tether, the thing that kept me grounded in who I was supposed to be. Now it was breaking, and I was breaking with it.

Bella lunged from the floor, charging at me with the fury of a crazed harpy. "Joanna, you barren freak! You were jealous! You were jealous I could give Lorenzo an heir, so you killed him!" Her face, caked in makeup, twisted into something monstrous, her smirk hidden beneath a shroud of fake tears. "A low-life doctor like this should be lynched! Lorenzo, look at her! This is the 'good woman' you’ve pampered for seven years—she personally slaughtered your bloodline!" As she screamed, she grabbed a nearby IV stand and swung it at me with murderous intent.

As we move—brothers sealing exits, plans snapping into place—I know one thing with brutal clarity: She understands the world. What she doesn’t understand yet… …is how far four Crown Lords are willing to burn it down to keep her breathing.

“Truth destabilizes kingdoms.” Aera stepped closer. “Then maybe it deserves to be destabilized.” ⸻ The Crown’s Echo That night, Aera dreamed. She stood before the divided crown—three arcs hovering in the air. Two glowed faintly. The third remained dark. A voice whispered: Find the others. She woke with her sigil blazing. Not reacting. Calling. ⸻ Elsewhere A hooded figure knelt in candlelight. “The Crown is waking,” they said. Another voice answered, calm and cold. “Good. Let her search.” “And the other heir?” A pause. “Break them first.”

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.

the witch said. “And?” I asked, “Say what you have to say.” The three witches look at each other. Nerves visible in their porcelain faces. “A crown,” the witch said as she lowered her head. Frowning, I throw them a questioning look. What crown were they speaking of? “Have you heard about the Ruby Crown?” The witch asked. I shake my head. I had never heard of a Ruby Crown. I didn’t understand where they were going with this. Letting them know they could continue. I watch as they take a seat.

He is reminiscing about her saying, "We did what you said. The king is dead." But this time it hits differently. Something from the memory catches his attention. He turns back towards the place she was standing. She is long gone, only a fallen helmet of James is lying on the ground. Clouds in the sky puff away and the sun shines brightly. The helmet flies in the air and gets fitted on James's head as Reza's memory reconstructs the scene. James is walking towards the man sitting on his knees for a final punch. The cart's driver is standing behind James. Driver swings his heavy metal spear in the air. The blow of it knocks James to the ground. on his helmet. "What the fuck do you want from us

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…