Mumford Sons Broken Crown Novels & Stories

I stared at his chest as though I could see right through the layers of his suit to the heart beating inside—my heart. He stood before me and gazed down at me with a victorious smirk. "Your heart is mine now, and my son is about to become the heir to the Lindt family as well. Sebastian Yarrow, even after all these years, you still can't win against me." His smug attitude was just as irritating as it was when we were in university. Back then, I still had Rachel on my side. She would defend me and tell me that it was okay even if I failed to get a scholarship, that I would always be her number one in her heart.

The family lawyer, a man my father paid well, rose to deliver a stirring speech: "John Harlow, a father who gave everything to raise his daughter, to give her the honor of our name. And now, as she enjoys her success, she turns her back on her paralyzed father, breaking the most sacred of vows. Such betrayal is beyond forgiveness!" He played a video my mom shot, and there was my dad, voice cracking with emotion, "Eighteen years I've raised her, given her our family's name, and this is how she repays me." In the gallery, sniffles broke out. A rep from the Marshall clan shook their head, "Cold-hearted." The Harlows in the crowd tsk-tsked, "You just can't count on daughters." The lawyer pounced

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

I screamed, light erupting from my eyes, my skin fracturing into silver lines. Everything disintegrated—the city, the army, Kael’s curses, Auren’s voice—until there was only that one truth pulsing through the mark: The Crown is broken. Long live the Queen. Then, silence. And darkness swallowed everything.

Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled. Resentment simmered between them: Sean with his grudges, Rowena with her cold shoulder. Nancy confided in me that the pair, though housemates, were at each other's throats daily, stirring up a racket that could wake the dead. The stillborn they brought home did not last long before it decayed, swarming with maggots, filling the house with a stench worse than a sewer. Rowena's grip on sanity started to slip, her days filled with wild outbursts. A video of one such episode, self-recorded, went viral and, bizarrely, turned a profit.

Below them, the city was a carpet of lights, oblivious to the tragedy 900 feet in the air. "The lullabies were a lie, Elena," Madeline said, her back to her daughter. "The only truth is the Crown. The Broken Crown isn't just an organization. It’s a philosophy. We destroy the old world to make room for the new one. And Leo… Leo is the foundation of the new world."

Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Oh, someone just know me 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, yeah, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful Hey, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful Hey, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful (oh) I'm tired (oh) Can I just be tired? (just be tired) Without piling on all sad and scared and out of time (oh) I'm wild (wild)

A slight gasp falls from me as my foot stays perfectly still on the bed. I can’t feel anything. Just like the doctor, I don’t answer his question. Instead, I ask, “Is this permanent or only temporary?” Please tell me this is only temporary. No matter what he says, the crown has already been passed to Dee, but I was hoping to be able to help her out. Now, what am I going to do?

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.