The Crown Obsession Novels & Stories

“Do you understand what’s at stake?” I didn’t look up. “I understand,” I said, voice low but steady. “But that doesn’t make it right.” Isabella’s look relaxed, just enough to unsettle me. “Right doesn’t matter here. The crown comes first. Love… loyalty… even courage… none of it matters if the country falls.” “I’m not afraid of losing the kingdom,” I whispered, though a flicker of doubt gnawed at me. “I’m afraid of losing him.”

Liam’s POV If I had known this was how it would unravel, how every step would tighten like a noose around my neck, I would never have agreed to this marriage. Never. Not to him. Not to a man whose shadow alone felt heavy enough to crush bones. As I stood beside him at the altar, my waist still ached faintly where his hand had held me earlier, firm, possessive, as if I were something that could be claimed by pressure alone. Obsession clung to him like a second skin, and the terrifying part was that everyone around us seemed to accept it as normal.

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?

So why was my chest filling with something that felt dangerously close to hope? "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but... she is a disgraced omega. Why would the crown want her?" The King looked down at me, kneeling in the dirt with my wrist bleeding where the iron had scraped it, and when he answered, his voice was loud enough for all to hear. "Because she is my mate."

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

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.

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

It seemed to shimmer with every movement, catching the light and commanding attention. But what caught my eye the most was the golden crown adorning his head. It was a sight to behold—a symbol of his authority and status as the ruler of Arodona. The crown was studded with glistening gemstones, each one capturing the light and casting a radiant glow. Its intricate design spoke of craftsmanship and regality, leaving no doubt that this man was indeed the king. The crown sat atop his head, perfectly balanced, and accentuated his noble features. It added an undeniable aura of power and responsibility to his presence. I couldn't help but be captivated by the way he carried himself, his every movem

The crown is a broad band that circles his head with six short points, each with an oval cabochon of onyx surrounded by small square cut emeralds set in the broad part near the band. He looks every inch the King he is, and again seems unable to control his jaw. She rolls her eyes at him, and Greyson hands her to him and she taps his jaw gently. He closes it and gives her a crooked smile, he lets his eyes drag over her slowly, and she sighs, “Yes, George. I know how good I look. Just rein it in a little, would you?” He smiles, and kisses her temple softly,

Seb nodded and retracted his hand from the table, “Our conversation has been recorded for some purposes,” “Alright,” Mr. Crown chuckled and greedily grabbed the cards from the table. He kept each of them in his pocket and then grabbed the note that had the pins. Seb stood to his feet and said, “You've got a short time to make everything possible. Failure to fulfill the task, and you'll return every dime that you've spent. You will also lose your life because my boss hates incompetence,” Mr. Crown swallowed hard and nodded, “I understand. I promise not to disappoint him,”