Jessica Fantasy Crown Novels & Stories

“I suppose you will do, now that you’re dressed correctly, and not as a man. Or a slut.” I go a little still at that accusation, only my lessons with Faiza stopping me from either laughing boldly in his face or slapping him hard across the cheek. Or both. Probably both. “Pippa?” Gabriel calls, turning his head to look for her. “Isn’t there a crown that goes with this? And jewels?” “Yes!” She scurries away to fetch it. “Our grandmother’s crown,” Gabriel says, turning his eyes back to me, narrowing them a bit. “A great Princess of Atalaxia. I hope that you will endeavor to live up to the honor bestowed on you by wearing it.”

she mutters in a furious voice before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Cara gladly smiles, setting down her tools of work to finally become the powerful, feared woman that her old mother promised she would become. She tiptoes her way from the dresser whose clean surface she was wiping and halts at the small table by the bed. She picks up the crown with a proud smile and sets it on top of her head with a huge sigh. Her eyes close as she tries to feel her connection to the crown. But she senses something different, it's rejection and rage. A deafening wail leave her mouth as she collapses to the floor, the crown's ruthless curse causing her searing pain.

It looked like someone's nightmare doll come to life. "What have you done?" Sickness funneled into my heart as I recalled all the times Sharra mentioned creating her own original vampire. By the looks of things, she hadn't worked it out. "You'll see as soon as you give me the crown." It was then she really looked at me. "Where is it, Jasmine?" She placed the "baby" back in the crib and rushed me, frustration arching her brow.

She asked loudly, tearing her hand away from him, “I am not going to act like a puppy dog and let four men fight over me. I am not a prize to be won!” Watching as Jack took a step back, a smile formed on his lips. “Of course, you’re not a prize to win. You’re a gift. A Queen. You are our Queen Jessica.” As smooth as Jack’s response was, Jessica wasn’t willing to back down. Before she could reply with a witty comment, her words were stopped by the sound of a haunting howl in the air. It echoed around the trees and came from an animal she had never heard before. Especially not a wolf.

"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.

I whispered. "Veronica…Veronica has the crown," Lucas whispered and paused to take a deep breath. "What crown? I don't understand… I mean, she's a princess so she's entitled to a fancy crown, no?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air. "It should not be a big deal—" "She has the crown with the royal seal," Lucas growled, interrupting my statement. He looked up to meet my gaze and I could see his eyes glow red. How much I hate that fiery temper of an Alpha.

Taking her bath, cooking, and even when dressing, she wouldn’t stop humming a song like a widowed witch. Daniel was tired and could not watch her that way anymore and he yelled at her to be quiet. “What’s making you so happy Jessie? You just made a deal with the devil and you are so happy?” He said. “I don’t care about that baby, that’s why we should get married soon before they come for my life,” Jessica said. Daniel sighed in frustration and he went to his closet to find something to wear for the day but then he noticed that the fake book was gone— the couple's necklace.

Marcus inquired, a mixture of hope and anticipation in his voice. "Yes," Jessica breathed, her words tinged with urgency. "I remembered... Aloha was with Mistress Daphne. She questioned me about the king's meal, whether I had prepared it. I denied it, as I truly couldn't recollect making the meal. But she didn't believe me. She ordered the guards to clamp a collar onto Aloha's hand, a collar designed to siphon her powers." The memory raced through Jessica's mind, her heart pounding as if in rhythm with her words, a blend of anxiety and relief flooding her being.

he says, turning back towards the exit. "What if someone comes here?" she asks. "This is Prince's room...No one comes here except the prince and girls" "Girls?" she purses her lips out. "What? he's a Prince," he says, lowering his head to the sides. She nods, scratching her head. James walks out and shuts the gate. "GIRLS COME HERE," she yells in her mind, jerking both hands. She walks towards the bed with maroon-colored bed sheets. Four bloated white square pillows are on the head end. The brown headboard slat has a beautiful engraving of two swans.

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…