Jessica Crown Novels & Stories

“Yeah. And you know why? Because you were naive. Soft. You thought looking pretty and posing right would be enough.” I didn’t respond. Because it was true. “But now?” Jessica smiled wide. “Now you know the game. You’ve watched them. You’ve studied every girl that won. You know what they want and what they’re missing. You’ve got the attitude, the strategy, and the wardrobe. And this time? You’re going in like a wolf in silk.” I smirked despite myself. “A wolf in silk, huh?” Jessica lifted her coffee like a toast. “Go get what’s yours. Come back with the crown… or don’t come back at all.”

“Drive me to Kingsford Neighbourhood,” Jessica ordered the driver as soon as she got into the car, completely ignoring her agent Dave, who had run out of the studio to stop her. “Today I will try my wedding dress for the first time. Zayden knows how important this day is to me. How could he suddenly break the appointment? Besides, he hasn’t had a wedding suit yet. The designer will come to measure his size soon. What on earth is Zayden going to do? It must be that Max who has done something to stop Zayden from seeing me!” Jessica thought.

There was only one hope which helped me to move forward, “My little angels! I will do anything to see them again.” Jessica opened the massive double doors of the dining hall with a gentle push, everyone froze at their spots as she announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Crown Princess is here to grace you with her presence.” Tall, burly men clad in expensive suits and females over six feet height wearing designer gowns, all bowed, baring their necks in submission. “Welcome, Crown Princess.” My breath was stuck in my throat to witness such a magnificent scene, I hardly swallowed a lump in my throat and tried to smile.

I laughed and walked away. Cecilia was extremely furious. Since she enjoyed being pretentious, I would be as nasty as possible. We passed by a room and suddenly heard Mary’s voice. “We have to get that crown. You need to prevent what happened earlier from happening again.” “Cassia doesn’t like accessories.” “This is different. That crown is the only one like it in the entire world. Cassia’s pregnant with our family’s first grandchild now. This is our gift to her.” I overheard them and quickly walked away. I did not like to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations.

he asked with a smirk. I sat upright and cleared my throat. “Miss Jessica works in the creative department. She doesn’t get a salary just for showing up at work, she’s on a contract which gives her the flexibility to be whatever and whoever she wishes to be as long as she produces mind blowing designs,” I clarified. “There’s no doubt you’d want to pick her, right?” Dawson fired at me. “Look at the pictures Mr Dawson. I’m dying to hear who you think deserves the crown,” I retorted.

“So what happened to that girl? Did she get arrested? I feel like I heard this story before.” He turned his gaze to me and I nodded. “Maybe you have. Liam could’ve told you.” Jess frowned. “Who’s Liam?” “One of the CROWN boys,” I replied then pointed at Frazier. “He and Liam are cousins.” “Holy Horan!” Jess gasped and closed her hands in front of her chest. “So you’re not only British but you’re royal too?” Her eyes twinkled and I knew what would come next. “Are you related to Prince Harry? Have you met him?”

"You're going to be in the ceremony. You should look like you belong there. You do belong there." Mira took the dress. She held it in front of her. She looked at the silver thread at the collar. "You made me a coronation dress," she said. "I made you a dress for the ceremony where my daughter becomes Luna," my mother said. "What you call it is your business." Mira looked at me. I did not say anything.

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.”