Sweet 15 Crown Novels & Stories

There, he said it while handing out his newly filled cup to Darina. Darina's gaze was on the cup. But she began setting her eyes to the moonlight above. Darina poised a brief, candid smile. Her left hand lingered tighter to the company of the wine bottle. The bottle has an insignia of Marsden and āb-i angūr wine sweetened by time. Sparing attention from the royal on her side, she proceeded the bottle to her lips. Drop by drop, she took the yields of vineyard. Right there filling her heart with that kind of favor she preferred —imposing, pleasant and rewarding.

Of course, Brooklyn doesn't think that's possible, but I won't give up this time. As cheesy as I secretly am, I listened to "fight song" by Rachel Platten on the way here to gain confidence. And now I'm panting and armed with Daria's weakness—Ben & Jerry's strawberry cheesecake. I know she hates my guts for leaving her for three months without a word exchanged, but can she fight her inner cravings?

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.

Renee nodded slightly at Mandy in the audience and said, "This is my birthday crown design, 'Star and Moon.'" At the mention of a birthday crown, the audience's first thought was of the small, gold crowns typically worn while blowing out birthday candles—an image that's hard to innovate on. Annie allowed herself a barely noticeable smile. What could possibly be special about a little crown like that? But the very next second, Renee lifted the cloth covering the tray, revealing its contents. The crowd peered curiously at what lay inside, their faces filled with confusion. Annie chuckled softly. "Renee, are you feeling okay? Where's the crown? All I see are a few scattered pieces. If you could

They said the Saint had awoken. Inside the grand temple, Elysia waited behind the doors. Her body still ached from the ceremony. The burn beneath her skin had quieted, but the gold in her veins refused to fade; it shimmered faintly through the thin linen of her sleeves. Attendants moved around her in silence, adjusting the folds of her robe. The fabric was white and impossibly soft, threaded with dust-fine strands of gold that caught each movement like flame. When they set the crystal circlet upon her head, the weight of it pressed against her temples like a crown of heat.

These people were the school kings and queens, or so she could tell by the way the people parted for them, and smiled at them, greeting and giving them attention. The first boy was a bit shorter than the second boy, and he had a dirty blonde hair, almost brown. He had a pair of blue eyes and he was handsome. The girl beside him was tall and dark, with a pretty nose and pretty eyes as well. She was wearing a pink short wrap dress and a pair of silver heels. Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color.

"Now, have you decided about the flower crown?" Scarlett groaned. She was a ball of frustration and joy today. "I can't make it look right." "Let me try, okay?" Noemi set her things down and picked up the pale blue and pink flower crown. The delicate flowers were interspersed with baby's breath and a few green leaves. "Dixie, reach in like you're tightening her sash, okay?" Benji gestured at his girlfriend. "He won't stop, will he?" Noemi said under her breath.

As if my existence was the inconvenience. "Look, look at you Annabel," he said, flat like I meant nothing "I can't even point out the correct word to describe you" Then Lennon's voice floated over, sweet as something rotten dipped in sugar. "I think the word you're looking for is fat, Alpha, I'm I right sis." The hall went absolutely silent. Aldric's face cleared. He seized on it the way a drowning man seizes a rope. "She's a fat cow," he said. Simply. Cleanly. Like he was reading something off a list. "I'm not taking a fat cow as my Luna. Neither will I take her into my bed."

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

I move as quickly as I could to the raised platform sliding on my knees across the golden built bench that the golden coated box holding the prince's crown lies. Considering my extraordinary streagth opening the box proves quite easy. Reaching inside the box my long fingers lock around one of the crown's side and I pry it out of the box. The diamond hoops rising from the crown ring shimmers in the dim light. Golden stars and a band of pearls joining in the middle under an orb of blue ename with a unique curve at the top. What an impressive work of art? Too bad I'm going to make it an impressive crown of shame hours from now. I am going to make Wilson's party a traumatic event that no one wil