Return Of The Crowned Heiress Novels & Stories

With all courage I gently said, "I am Celestine Duke, the Heiress of Vamparia, please let me enter the heart of the palace." Sweat was dropping on the floor where I was standing, and the door unexpectedly opened after a few seconds, giving me shivers. The light that comes from the room has blinded my eye, and I'm reawakening my expectations, hoping that this time I won't be disappointed, and would receive a gift.

We land on a runway made of living jade. A single figure waits at the end: tall, robes shifting like galaxies, face hidden in shadow. The First Wizard “One.” I step off first. The crown spins warm above my heart. One (voice like colliding stars): “Celeste Valentina Morau. Heir of Dacia. Bearer of the completed Crown. By the Treaty of the Forty-Seventh Shard, you will now surrender the artifact for eternal sealing.” I smile with all my teeth. Celeste: “No. I’ve come to rewrite it.”

"But now there are two heiresses—Ms. Crone and Ms. Larson. Who will wear the Aetheris Crown?" The black-clad bodyguard presented the crown before Horace and Brittany. Jessica's eyes shone brightly. Since she was the Larson family's heiress, she was confident that the crown belonged to her. Wendy couldn't possibly compete with her!

Cara says while on her knees. "Sorry, but it could be worse. At least it's the right person wears it," I reply. She might not agree with me, but only through Queen Rowena's genius plan could the crown be acquired from wherever it was hidden. And we have done it without losing any of her Majesty's men. She is now the the queeen above all alpha Kings, the empress who shall rule every land and mind. This Palace finally feels like a home. And it will be even better when my mother returns.

The disgust must be evident on my face, because I can feel the heat of it spreading through me, steaming beneath my skin like a slow-burning fire. Then, my eyes shift And I see it. The glass tower. A pyramid of delicate champagne glasses, stacked one on top of the other, twinkling under the golden lights. My fingers tighten around my red bag as I take a slow, intentional step forward. “Happy anniversary, my darling and cheers.” Roy says, He lifts his glass high, a warm smile on his face. The crowd echoes towards him, raising their glasses in unison. I make my move. Reaching down, I pluck a single glass from the base of the towering pyramid.

For her eighteenth birthday, Alicia received a private estate. At eighteen, I was washing dishes in a greasy kitchen sink, my hands raw from labor, scrubbing my way to fund Dominic's critical final year of high school. "She used to call herself a little princess," he said, momentarily lost in the memory. "So the house was designed to resemble a castle." He smiled faintly, but the second his eyes landed on me, the coldness returned. "Since you've chosen to come back," he said coolly, "as the future heiress of the Rodney family, I have a few things to make clear."

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

"I'll get your usual caramel latte with extra whip, right?" I smiled, she remembered. "Yeah." Natalie hurried off, returning minutes later with my drink and a giant blueberry muffin. "On the house," she said, plopping into the chair across from me. "Now SPILL. How does a billionaire heiress end up working a normal job and hiding her identity?" I took a sip of the latte perfect, as always before sighing. "Long story." "We've got time," Natalie said, propping her chin on her hands.

Her hair was crowned with small woven crystals and wildflowers, she looked like a love fairy, lips soft pink and her beautiful big eyes glowing. Every Alpha and Luna from the allied packs stood and turned in awe. And every one of them saw what Kayden already knew, she was power and grace and defiance wrapped in one body. But most of all …..she was his. He couldn’t take his eyes off her , he took her in whole. She was beautifully crafted and was most definitely a the king worlds 8th wonder. In the crowd Maria and her children were present to , she promised she’d be there and would never miss her daughters mating ceremony even if it meant her health was endangered.

She gently eased out of Daphne’s grasp and stood, her steps unsteady but deliberate as she walked into the open space between us all. Every eye followed her without being asked to. She stopped, drew in a breath that seemed to catch halfway down, and pressed her lips together as if bracing herself. “I…” Her voice wavered, then steadied. “I’m the one you’re looking for.” Thorne stiffened. Killian turned fully toward her. Calista’s eyes widened, sharp and calculating. “I’m the heiress,” Isla said again, quieter now, the words tasting unfamiliar in her mouth. She swallowed hard. “I always have been.”