Jewel In His Crown Novels & Stories

Bernice glanced at me. The maid put on white gloves and carefully opened the box to reveal a crown. I blinked. It was the Crown I had never seen before. It has twelve water-drop-shaped pearls arranged neatly on the crown. On the top of each pearl is a perfectly cut heart-shaped diamond. The base of the crown is silver with rings of olive-leaf-shaped crystals. In the light of the Sun, it is holy and elegant like the Crown of our moon goddess. Bernice was so pleased with the crown that the satisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

"Six months ago, you added the contacts of three used car dealers. Old Toyota Crowns, old Mercedes Benzes, and old Lexuses—you were asking about all kinds of cars from the '90s. But the one you cared about most was the Toyota Crown. "You thought no one would know. But what you didn't know is that I knew all three of those dealers. Because the Toyota Crown you were asking about was mine. So this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment idea." My tone remained steady. "You didn't just wake up one day and decide to use the Toyota Crown as your bridal car. You've been plotting to get this car for half a year. The wedding was nothing but a cover. What you wanted wasn't a bridal car. What you needed was the ca

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

I copied her and lowered my voice for my second reply She gasped and covered her mouth, "You totally have a secret admirer," she gushed, "Someone who could afford to buy you real diamonds..." she trailed off in thought before her eyes widened, "Oh My God, one of the Crown brothers has a crush on you!" she squealed "Maybe even all of them, if that one rumour is true," she wiggled her eyebrows at me I rolled my eyes, "Don't we have somewhere to be?" I asked her

"With your looks, it's not impossible." "What do my looks have to do with anything?" he asked. "With your overall quality, you'd walk into a bar and become a top… Well, let's call it the King of Players," Jewel said, completely straight-faced. Dominic nearly exploded. "The hell with King of Players! You're the King of Players. Your whole family is the King of Players!" Jewel giggled. "Hey, I'm complimenting you." "Fine, fine. I'm the King of Players," Dominic shot back. "A million dollars a night. Are you in or not?"

I got in their car and the driver took me to the jeweler, and he helped me design a beautiful crown. He smiled, “You are going to look absolutely stunning in this crown. I know our kingdom will fall in love with you.” I smiled, “Well, thank you. I do appreciate that vote of confidence.” He chuckled, “You will be amazing. I know it. Prince Elliot is a very lucky man to have you for a mate.” I smiled as I shook his hand, “I’m the lucky one. Have a great day.” He wished me good day and I walked next door to the dress shop.

He took a tentative step forward, his heart pounding in his chest, and Kaida followed closely behind. The source of the light was a pedestal, atop which rested a crown – the Sapphire Crown. It was both beautiful and powerful, its sapphire encrusted design reflecting the faint light that filled the chamber. Aric reached out a trembling hand, hardly daring to believe that the object they had sought for so long was within his grasp.

In fact, I could even see her shoulders shaking slightly from fear. Those who had ignored my suffering and allowed me to be bullied were now looking at me with fanatic reverence. I felt nothing but calm. This was what power felt like. It did not erase wounds, but it made sure nobody who once hurt me could ever reach me again. Respect was never something one could beg for. We reached the top of the platform. Jamie took the crown from Aiden. It was made of moonstone and silver. It looked simple, but it radiated a gentle and holy light under the moonlight.

I pull on his arm, attempting to turn him back towards me. "I needn't bother with the confirmation of being characterized either without help from anyone else or by others. It won't make any difference anymore." Felix at long last turns around, and in his other hand he holds a crown. A dull red gem throbs at the tip. "This is yours. The gem used to be a profound sapphire, however has been dirtied over the long run. Toss into the abyss, and live." I gaze at the crown, unexpectedly hit by a rush of recognition. Unexpectedly it comes to me, the dreams and recollections all uniting together, until it looks like one firm message. "I... I saw you, Felix."