Novel & Cerita Jessica Fantasy Crown

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

“Great, bring up Kyle again.” “Are you being serious right now? First of all, Hannah had already imprinted on me before Ayesha got there. Second of all, a white wolf is a gift from the moon goddess, and if she deems it fit to have these dragons imprint on me. Who am I to argue with the moon goddess? This is who I am. Either get on board or find someone else.” “Little late for that Sam, Jessica is already dead.” “There are a 1000 Jessica’s out there, so fuck you, Theo!”

explained Camellia. “That's good then, you managed to make her a love slave. Defend it until you can snatch all the treasures. I'm sure after you and Bella live in one house, Bella will feel even more tormented, you have to show your and Richard's intimacy in front of Bella. That way Bella would be even more devastated and feel her life was useless, then Crish would also feel heartache from seeing his mother like that. But he can't do anything because his luxurious survival is in your hands, just play around, don't forget to control Crish too, take all his treasures, you have to make Crish obey all your orders by threatening to dismantle everything, this is an exciting game,” Jessica smiled

I hold her ass firmly and begin to pound on her. She moans, and I use the opportunity to look at Scarlet, who seems to be getting bored, and that is the opposite reaction I was looking for. I toss Jessica onto the bed to give her another style of sex, then she spreads her legs apart, and I come in between the legs and get down to work. … I get prepared for the day and walk out of my room wearing the Alpha King crown on my head. Jessica has turned to the kitchen to supervise Scarlet and Supreme while they do all the cleaning of the house.

"Daddy, isn't my dress pretty? Grandma gave this to me for my birthday this year!" Rowan adored Wanda. He leaned down and scooped up the little princess. "Grandma has great taste. Our Wanda is just like a princess." Wanda smiled, her eyes crinkling with delight. She pointed to the crystal crown. "Daddy, this crown is a gift from Mommy. Isn't it really pretty, too?" The crown, studded with crystals, sparkled brilliantly. The central diamond, the largest one, was about the size of a fingernail, and it was clearly worth a fortune.

My gaze veers to my brother Cameron who nods, signaling me to get Camilla. I don't hesitate, I'm walking to her before he exits the room, finding her and Clarissa in a conversation about cookies and milk. “Hello, sorry to interrupt this vital conversation.” I tease, earning a laugh from Clarissa and a slight smile from Camilla. “Beautiful Crown Sheryl, it really screams 'Queen,' I love it.” Clarissa grins. “Thank you,” I tell her. My hands reaching for my crown to adjust it, “It belonged to my sister.” I tell her, my gaze turning to Camilla discreetly licking chocolate off the ginger biscuits. “Phoenix Alpha,”

It was like something from a fairy tale—the kind Isabelle had long since ceased to believe in. A sudden memory flashed through her mind: strong hands lifting her onto a horse, a scarred knuckle brushing against her arm, a deep voice asking if she was lost. She shook her head slightly, dismissing the fancy. Thousands of men in the kingdom might have scars on their hands. The notion that her childhood rescuer might be the Crown Prince was the sort of romantic nonsense she normally avoided. “Isabelle, are you listening?” Her mother’s sharp voice pulled her back to the present.

Part of her. Literally. I shuddered. “This isn’t a coven anchor,” I muttered, though half of me feared she could read my mind. “It’s not… binding.” “No.” She shook her head. “It’s not.” Ice blossomed in my chest. “Then what the hell is it?” Her fingers curled over mine, warm and solid. Too solid. Attempting to ground me when her admission had shaken me to my core. “It’s destiny.” My world tilted.

“You smiled while threatening them.” Fair. Unfortunately fair. I folded my arms while glaring at him suspiciously. “You’re becoming annoying in your old age.” “I’m immortal here, remember?” “That sounds fake.” “It’s not.” “You still look twenty eight.” “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment.” Jayden laughed again before pulling me toward the giant couch near the fireplace. The entire room looked ridiculous honestly. Massive crystal chandeliers. Black marble floors. Paintings everywhere. Golden walls. This man was living like a supernatural billionaire king straight out of fantasy romance novels and somehow nobody thought to warn me.

Jeffrey was the first to get out of one of the cars. He raised his phone and snapped a photo of my front door, shouting, "We're here! First stop of the day, getting the Toyota Crown bridal car!" The others filed out one after another. Aunt Mindy, wearing a maroon colored jacket, immediately pulled out her phone and started livestreaming as soon as she stepped down. "Today is my son's big day! I'm livestreaming the ultra-rare old Toyota Crown that most people have never seen! Let me show you what real luxury looks like!"