Sweet 15 Crown Novels & Stories

He steps forward, bowing slightly, then extends a hand. I take it, feeling the electricity of our bond, the unspoken promise that this moment is ours. Mary leans close to me, whispering, “Go, Eva. Shine. This is your crown, your day.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. The hall is filled with our pack, allies, friends, and family. The music swells, flowers trail along the aisle, and the banners flutter above. Theo lifts the crown—crafted of silver and moonstones—and lowers it toward me.

She stops in front of me and stretches it over, rocking on her feet and practically beaming as she croons. “Isn’t it pretty?” I direct my gaze to what she has in her hands and my heart melts the moment I see it. “Awwnnn Maya. It’s so pretty.” It’s a flower crown, and it looks so stunning…. I can't even imagine the amount of work that must have gone into making it. There’s a large jasmine in the middle, the white petals firm and fragrant and the light green pods like stems crafted from a diamond. Every flower has been placed with care and wow…

Timeline: Ten years after wedding SPRING RENEWAL FESTIVAL The flower crown was Kael's idea. "Papa needs one too," he said, holding up a crown made of intertwined spring blooms with the conviction of a ten-year-old who had decided something was true and was presenting it as settled fact. Cassian looked at the crown. "That's not—" "Traditional," Kael said. "I know. I made it a tradition. Effective immediately." "You can't simply decide—"

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

Noticing this, Suman let go of her. “What proposal?” Sarah took out her phone, fiddling with it, taking photographs of the shooting range. “We will be competing. Forget all the rules that you have learned before. This is a 20M lane. We each get 5 target boards. By the end of 5th board, who has the most bull’s eyeshot, wins.” “And?” Sarah questioned. Suman chuckled softly “You are smart! If I win, I get a proper candlelight dinner date and we meet here again next week, to compete until you win me”

Who would not want to have a taste of Daxton Cervantes? "Fuck!" he hissed, pulling my head and I almost whined. He just took the ice cream away. "You're going to make me come so soon with that fucking mouth of yours, Princess," he grabbed me down, my back hitting the softness of the sofa. "I want to come in this pussy." He almost growled.

" If you aren't associated with our enemies we will let you go .My name is Ruth by the way " "So you were following me " I stated and he gave me a sigh, " why ? I asked again , " We needed to make sure you weren't a threat " I wrapped my hands around myself and cried silently . ~&~ I had passed out in the car , I was given a nudge to wake up . I woke up to see a two story building , I realised it was a club . **

Just beauty for its own sake. Flowers bloomed from our palms, each one reflecting a different perspective. Golden roses for Kael's fierce devotion. Silver lilies for Rhett's sharp intelligence. Blue orchids for Darius's gentle strength. Violet nightshade for Marcus's dark history transformed. And in the center, a bloom that shifted through every color—Lyra's cosmic nature, containing multitudes. We wove them together into a crown. Not for wearing. Just for creating. Just to prove that even as one being, we could still make beautiful things.

Emery stood quiet for a while as they finally reached the market and just when she decided to ask something, the emperor was no longer beside her. “That looks interesting, how much is it?” he asked the vendor selling some kind of rice paste. “It’s two silver coins, sir,” the vendor replied, oblivious of the fact that she was actually speaking with the emperor. Emery, on the other hand, received a pleading look from Emperor Claus. She bit her lower lip and approached them before handing the vendor two silver coins. And before she could say another word to him, he had vanished from his original position and was staring at the displayed strawberries covered with caramel.

More like the color. Black. Fuck!