Jewel In His Crown Novels & Stories

“What a beautiful memory—flowers in spring, moon in autumn, summer breezes, and winter snow. Then one contract it is. We’re family now. What’s mine is yours—no need for all this paperwork.” Julissa nodded vigorously. “Thank you, Uncle.” Scott ruffled her hair, then pulled out one more document from the lawyer’s folder. “Sign this one too. Consider it a little gift from me.” Julissa looked at it—and her eyes instantly reddened. It was a crown made entirely of pink diamonds. She’d once shown him a video of her dancing Swan Lake and proudly mentioned how people praised her performance—saying she looked like a true princess the moment she stepped on stage, if only the crown weren’t fake.

This time I wasn't near either of those people however, I was on a train, heading back home. They had posted a picture of two people. The man was older, with grey hair and a grey beard. He wore a military uniform and had a golden crown on his head. His wife was about the same age, though she still had some brown mixed in with her hair. She wore a modest, royal blue dress, and had a silver crown on her head. I scrolled down and started reading the article.

He took a deep breathe before walking over to them. Junayd saw him coming, "this is the perfect time to put my plan into action". He thought. He took out a beautiful red box from his pocket, opened it and brought out a gold ring with initials on it.."J2". He took Juwairiyyah’s left hand, went on his knees and said... "Will you be my wife?" Arfaat lost it all, he almost missed a step. What could his ears be hearing? Junayd proposing to juwairiyyah? That can't be possible.

I chuckled. He looked at me with a faint smile, slowly surfacing on his face. "Your Binna is beautiful. You'd better take good care of her." I winked. "I will," he promised and hurriedly got back to his wife. My eyes shifted to the man standing before me. My King wore a black tuxedo with satin lapels and buttons, a black vest, a white shirt, and a black bow tie. He looked irresistibly hot. As he reached his hand towards me, Nera took my hand and placed it in his. He helped me step onto the podium, then gestured at Leo, who was carrying a velvet pillow with the queen's crown. I gasped when I realized that my crown was made of white gold, diamonds, and sparkling green emeralds. Sariel smiled,

He smiled, Cora inserted the ring into his finger and everyone clapped. Beta Lorenzo made Jacob to bought a very expensive pure diamond made ring and the rings shines immediately he take it out from the box, everyone gasped. Cora and Lorenzo smirked; they are already getting the attention they wanted. Just as Beta Lorenzo ordered Jacob to do, he kneels on the floor with one leg and holds her hands. Everyone was surprised; Jacob was only doing it in order not to lose the throne. TBC

Jewel widened her eyes as soon as she entered. "Oh my Gosh!" It was her dream kitchen, everything she had envisioned. She looked at Henry. "This is my dream kitchen. This house is so... I just want to live here, cook here..." She trailed off. Henry smiled. She was backing him so she couldn't see whatever he was doing at the back. "And you will. It's our house..." Henry whispered and Jewel frowned in confusion. "What..." She turned around and gasped, her hand automatically going over her mouth. Henry was on one knee, holding a small jewelry box in hand. In that box was a ring.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

I would have taken the task of visiting Joanna's grave when I was down, but sadly, her grave is countries away and I have no choice but to spend my entire afternoon whenever I'm down, looking into thin air in deep thoughts of what would have been if she was still with us. Another shot. Another shot and Another shot. With the way the bartender now looked at me, he probably thought I was crazy. How dumb he couldn't read it in my eyes that I've been through so much pain. "I see you sold out my whiskey." A deep menacing voice spoke from behind. I look behind me at the tall body body-built man dressed in a simple polo and jeans. Simple but I bet they cost more than this whiskey times ten. His han

She screamed as they pulled her down the street: "This isn't fair! I have rights! I have..." Her voice faded into the distance. The crowd slowly dispersed. Vincent turned to me. "Are you okay?" "I could have handled her." "I know," he said, gently stroking my cheek. "But you don't have to." Three days later, on the eve of our mating ceremony. The doorbell rang. The butler brought in a huge gift box. "It's from Young Master Isaac," he said. I opened the box. Inside was a priceless set of emerald jewelry and a letter.

Once I was close enough, the three jewels emerged from their containers on their own, attaching to the crown with some kind of magic, or perhaps with ghostly hands; it was hard to tell. As the jewels settled into their ancient settings on the crown, a shock wave of pure energy burst outward, knocking several people off their feet. The crown rose into the air, hovering at eye level as it pulsed with power, its colours blending in perfect harmony: moonsilver, sunlight gold, forest green, and celestial blue. "The Harmony Crown," Sebastian breathed, his normally composed features slack with awe. "Fully awakened for the first time in centuries."