Jessica Crown Novels & Stories

The Moon Goddess thought that I was worthy of the position next to the Alpha King, so why should I doubt myself because of someone else's doubt? I continued to scoop up a spoonful of cake to eat, concentrated on enjoying the taste of the cake and no longer cared much about Jessica. No matter what she said, it couldn't affect my very good mood. "You think you're good enough to help the Alpha King?" Jessica raised her voice. "Then are you good enough to help him?" I calmly asked her back. "Of course." Jessica said arrogantly. "My father is the Alpha of the Tsunami pack, my grandfather is the Alpha of the Full Moon pack, my brother and sister possess great wealth in human society, and I am an i

They were red as if rats had bitten them. “Oh, baby! How are you feeling? Jessica asked. “I know how to buck you up, I have planned something for you. I'll get ready in five minutes then we will go,” she said excitedly and my darling mate nodded. “We'll see about that,” Sapp smirked. Time for Croton tiglium’s magic! “I'm ready,” Jessica said coming downstairs. It would be a lie if I said, she isn't looking good. She’s wearing a rosy short dress, makeup done to perfection.

Just a couple of clients visiting; no big deal. Fiona shot back, "Who do you think Jessica is? She wouldn’t bother unless those men were worth her time. Even without looking, you can tell they're handsome by how eagerly she’s parading them around. She’s clearly hunting." Jessica was indeed a piece of work. With an inflated sense of her attractiveness, she put on airs, never uttered a truth, loved freebies, and then flaunted these small gains on social media as if they were grand gestures of friendship, earning her the nickname "Drama Queen."

Jessica took advantage of the situation and stole the ring from Chris' grasp, tossing it far into the sand before fleeing the stage. “Jess, If you do that, I will murder your son. There is nowhere you can flee," Chris yelled, his fierce eyes flashing at Jessica as he shut the last of his sanity towards Cornell. If they wanted to be ungrateful, he would not mind showing her how he felt when he forced himself on her.

"Suppose she returned home? What if she decided she didn't want it after all? She knows she should be here to hear the results of the prom voting session, so I don't see why she would be here otherwise. We can't wait for her forever, so just give me the crown, she said. "Jessica is right; we cannot wait for Madeline forever and it's possible Madeline is no longer interested in the whole thing so I'll give the crown to the runner up, who happened to be Jessica. So Jessica, please join me up on the stage," the principal said. Jessica wore a smug look on her face as she majestically walked over to the stage, her minions holding the edge of her flowing dress. She stood beside the principal who p

I was the famously sickly daughter of a great general. A cold breeze could make me cough blood. Unfortunately, I also had echopraxia, which made me compulsively imitative. Whatever I saw, I copied, and nobody could stop me. When I was three, one of my father's mistresses staged a hanging to win his attention. I thought it looked interesting, looped a sash around my own neck, and copied her. By the time a maid found me, my eyes had already rolled back. The physician forced three bowls of restorative down me through the night before he got me back. When I was five, my half sister threw herself on the floor screaming for candy. I copied her and stayed unconscious for seven whole days. My fa

Mira looked at the dress. She looked at my mother. She pressed her hand to her mouth again. "I told you not to," I said. "I'm not crying," she said. "I'm just—" She stopped. She looked at the ceiling. She looked back at the dress. "It's the same crest. It's the exact same crest she wore three hundred years ago and you're going to wear it in two weeks in front of five hundred wolves and the Alpha King who built an evidence case to give it back to you." She breathed through her nose again. "I'm not crying. I'm simply experiencing a significant emotional response."

This Jessa… is different. Her hair falls in soft, glossy waves around her face, framing her warm brown eyes. She’s wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugs her curves just enough to show them off without trying too hard. There’s a hint of color on her lips, a touch of shimmer on her cheeks. She looks… breathtaking. Like someone completely new. My throat goes dry, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. ⸻ Whispers ripple through the crowd. “Is that Jessa Lombardi?”

“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.

“To the crown. To Ancnix.” “And what happens when those are no longer the same thing?” Kailee asked. The question lodged deep. Zayden’s hands curled into fists. Fear burned sharp and undeniable — fear of betrayal, fear of being wrong, fear of choosing truth and losing everything he’d been raised to stand for. But beneath it was something worse. Fear that she was right. “I don’t know how to fight the crown,” he admitted. “I don’t even know what that looks like.” Kailee stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Then stop pretending this is nothing. Because every day you wait, the city gets darker. And Elora gets further away.”