Sweet 15 Crown Novels & Stories

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a

His pack members were happy for him. While the happiness was going on, Jake called out to the maid holding Sarah's new golden crown, carved beautifully and specially made for her. It had the name my Luna carved on top of it and the diamond on it glinted brightly. The maid brought the pad she was holding forward and stretched it out for Sage to pick out the crown and he did while his member's hails continued to go on.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

On the side of the carton, bold red letters caught my eye: HOT SAUCE. I frowned. We had never used this brand before. It looked expensive and premium. What were we going to use it for? Maybe for the fried items, burgers, or the new spicy sandwiches? I shook my head and kept moving. “Hey, Yvonne,” I said when I caught up with one of the older workers. “What’s all this about? We’ve never had this many cartons before.” Yvonne wiped sweat from her forehead and smiled. “Our boss won some kind of prize in the company competition. They gave him a thousand dollars’ worth of this hot sauce. Lucky us, right?”

he asked, voice thick. "I made one just for you." "You did. It's beautiful." "It has strong flowers." "I can see that. They're very strong." "And brave flowers too." "They're very brave indeed." "And..." Auren lowered his voice dramatically. "...one cabbage for extra power." Kaelor nodded solemnly. "Every excellent crown should have a cabbage. That's a very smart choice." Auren gasped in delight. "You understand completely!" "I do. Thank you for making this for me."

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat as the priest asks me to come to the center of the stage. I walk over to the center, everyone’s eyes fixed on me and the priest motions for me to kneel. A servant steps forward carrying an elegant velvet cushion. Resting upon it is a breathtaking crown. White gold woven into twisting vines. The priest carefully lifts the crown. "This crown represents strength." He places it just above my head. "Wisdom." It lowers another inch. "Compassion." It settles gently against my hair. "And the promise that the Queen shall protect this kingdom with both justice and love."

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

She had to wear numerous dresses and accessories, apparently as an experiment to train her body balance for walking on the catwalk. Not sparing any effort, a crown with many crystal strands resembling dewdrops is placed on her head. If it were fake, Jane might not worry too much about slipping. However, Brina casually mentioned that the crown is made of genuine Swarovski crystals. Its wide surface is polished with gold and adorned with other beautiful gemstones. What if Jane and the crown fall? Well, Jane can't fathom Brina's overly extreme decision.

My gaze veers to my brother Cameron who nods, signaling me to get Camilla. I don't hesitate, I'm walking to her before he exits the room, finding her and Clarissa in a conversation about cookies and milk. “Hello, sorry to interrupt this vital conversation.” I tease, earning a laugh from Clarissa and a slight smile from Camilla. “Beautiful Crown Sheryl, it really screams 'Queen,' I love it.” Clarissa grins. “Thank you,” I tell her. My hands reaching for my crown to adjust it, “It belonged to my sister.” I tell her, my gaze turning to Camilla discreetly licking chocolate off the ginger biscuits. “Phoenix Alpha,”