Red Queen Crown Novels & Stories

the officiant said, stepping aside to review the thrones adorned with intricate carvings and plush velvet cushions. The crowns rested on velvet pillows glistening with precious stones. The queen’s coronet was encrusted with diamonds, sapphires, and rubies, and the king’s with emeralds, topazes, and garnets. On the dais, she noticed all the other council members lined up in white ceremonial robes, but she didn’t see Lady Moore or Hendrick. Rahl pulled her gently toward the throne before she could ask where they were. He helped her get into her throne before moving to his. When the hall rose, she scanned the many unfamiliar faces before noticing Trey and aunt Kinshra in the front row.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

"Well, you know the kingdom's tradition, the throne can't be empty." "I think we have talked about this before, mother. We agreed my coronation would hold in two months time." "This is why I called you here. There's been a change of plan." "Please, explain further. I don't understand." "Courtney dear, please excuse us, darling." "Mother, I just got here." Courtney whined, sitting up. "I'm sorry." Courtney got down from the bed and walked out of the Queen's chamber. "I'm listening?"

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.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

one of the maids I used to be close to asked. “I thought you knew this is my husband's mansion sweetie. What kind of a question is that?" “Nia please. I don't know how long you're going to hold on to that dream but the truth is Aldric is in love with someone else." “But he hasn't married them yet so I do stand a chance." “Are you trying to compete with the Queen?" she lifted her brows. "When I take my Aldric. That crown will be mine, and you could be lucky if I made you my assistant,” I said while she just laughed and then went away.

And I was definitely not supposed to start feeling things for them. A soft knock made me look up. The same servant girl from before peered around the door. "Miss? You have a visitor." I froze. "Who?" "Lady Celeste Ravenclaw. She wishes to speak with you privately." My blood turned to ice. Lady Celeste was Prince Kael's betrothed, the woman who would be queen when he took the throne. Why would she want to see a lowly omega? The lady who entered my room was everything I was not. Tall, beautiful, with golden hair and blue eyes that could freeze fire. She moved like a queen already, her silk dress worth more than most people saw in a lifetime.

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

Eddie deadbolting the door was his malice, but when you chose not to care whether I lived or died… That was your choice. She shook her head, sobbing. "No… I was deceived by his lies, Victor." I let out a soft laugh. It was a quiet, barely audible, but it made her heart turn cold. "That plane was from my late father. Everything in the master suite belonged to him. You knew that, didn't you?" Her face paled.

I must distinguish myself from Bianca and Mira. Else, I'll just end up as another woman Red Dragon used for his sexual needs and discarded. But that's not me. “I'll become the only woman permitted in his bed, his empire, his throne.” That was the night I made the decree. Marriage was forbidden for Red Dragon in particular. He had called it a weakness he would never indulge. He doesn't know love or affection. He claimed, conquered, and discarded. No one challenged that. But everything begins one day.