Sweet 15 Crown Novels & Stories

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

I had no idea what Carlos was thinking when he ordered the clothes, however, my encounter with Lucian cast me some light on what it may be. "You look stunning." Yulian cupped my cheek and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. He pulled a box from his pocket. He opened it in front of me and there was this beautiful Sapphire necklace inside it. He unclasped the necklace fastened in my neck and replaced it with the one from the box. "Merry Christmas," he greeted tapping my nose. "Do you like it?" I nodded my head. "I'm sorry, I don't have anything for you."

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

The engagement ceremony Sebastian orchestrated for me was held at St. Mary’s Cathedral, the most august landmark in the city. White roses carpeted the streets for miles, every petal steeped in the sweet fragrance of absolute power. I wore a bespoke, hand-stitched lace gown, its voluminous train borne by six bridesmaids. Sebastian stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on me with unashamed fervor and devotion. Just as the priest was about to administer the vows, the heavy oak doors of the cathedral were flung open.

Ari says as she collects two glasses of cocktail and pass one to me. "I thought it's just one drink per person.” Vanessa says to Ari. "One drink per you guys, you're the ones with kids. I can drink as much as I want to." Ari says sipping her drink while playfully rolling her eyes at Vanessa. "You're engaged?" Julie asks noticing the ring on my finger. "Yeah I am." I say with a smile. Ari holds my hand as they both stare at my rock. "It's gorgeous." They say. "So when is the wedding?" Kathy asks. "Liam said you haven't picked a date yet."Kathy adds.

Jotham, Silveran Capital. 2030 Hazel straightened her spine, her head held high even as she was prodded and pricked at the course of being dolled up for the Crown Prince Bride Choosing Ceremony. She clenched her jaw, trying not to show how upset she was.

“But the crown is not just mine. It is the kingdom’s. I cannot let personal ties blind me.” Her sigil pulsed one final time, bright and steady. The shadows bowed and dissipated. ⸻ The Crown Awaits The pedestal rose slowly, carrying the crown into the air before her. Light cascaded over her, warm and electric. The palace itself hummed approval. The trials were passed. Aera approached the crown, hand steady. This was the moment the seal had waited for. As her fingers closed over the metal, a voice echoed—deep, resonant, unmistakable:

Tara orchestrated her plan and gave everyone their part ……… “ What's she up to ” Xavier asked Damian his most trusted soldier “ She's making a product,. The name is sce.. scented candles. She says they are candles which gives out different scents when lit, flower scents, herbal scent for sleeping, reducing fatigue, relaxing and even to remove some infections. ” Damian reported again “ Candles with scents, okay see if she needs any help and make sure this stays here, no one outside of our palace should know ” Xavier ordered because he knew if his brothers found out then they would start following Tara and even hurt her

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Sirens wailed somewhere far off. Domenik moved to her, hunger written in every line of his ruined body. He set his glass down, crowding her against the wall. “You think this is sanctuary? It’s a cage with better locks.” She didn’t flinch. “You always did like cages, Crown.” His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. He kissed her—hard, bruising, claiming. There was no tenderness. Not after everything they’d lost. He bit her lower lip, drew blood. She gasped, the sound half defiance, half surrender.