The Crown Obsession Novels & Stories

“Let’s open it together.” “No.” His tone was razor-sharp. “I’ll open it. You stay behind me.” He lifted the velvet covering slowly. Inside the box lay a single object. A crown. Silver. Narrow. Elegant. Laced with obsidian and moonstone. Crafted with sickening care. It was delicate, unmistakably shaped for a woman. A queen. Aria’s breath caught. Kaelen snarled—a sound so vicious the very air seemed to recoil. Attached to the crown was a small rolled parchment. Kaelen snatched it and unrolled it. His hands shook as he read it aloud:

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

“I understand. I have one final secret. One last truth that could change everything you think you know about this family. About the entire war we have been fighting.” John’s grip on my hand tightened. “What is it Sarah? Tell us. No more games.” Sarah looked at all of us, her eyes heavy with the weight of years. “The obsession was never just about me or Kane or Elena. There is one more person. Someone who has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. Someone who faked their death years ago and has been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything. Someone who wants the Voss bloodline for themselves. And that person is…”

35. Friends Astrid's POV: I stood in awe, finding a cupboard filled with dazzling crowns. Different parts were packed with exquisite crows, each one unique in its own way. I whirled around, my eyes wide, feeling as if I were in a dream or a high-end jewelry store. "What are these?" I asked. "Crowns, duh!" he said sarcastically. "Yes, I know, but why so many?" I asked. It seemed like he had an obsession with crowns, much like my obsession with shoes. In the past, no number of shoes was ever enough for me. I think he wanted me to choose one now, but I was confused and didn't know how to respond.

Everything about this room screamed domination. And seated behind the desk, a king without mercy…. Vincenzo De Luca. Thirty-two. Italian American blood. Asian stock mogul by name, underworld emperor by nature. His tailored charcoal suit hugged a body carved from discipline, not vanity. Broad shoulders, razor-cut jaw, light-olive skin that glowed under low light. But it was his eyes; golden-brown, unreadable, predatory; that held the world hostage. He didn’t run a business. He ran a damn kingdom, banks, brothels, borders. Politicians bowed. Rivals vanished. He trusted no one, not even his own shadow.

Her hands continued to work with the flowers, making a third crown, this one fluffier and with more flowers than the first two. “I’m mostly just worried about him, though,” she continued. “What if something happens to him? Or what if…” she trailed off, looking down at the flowers in her hands and biting her lip. Clarity hit me, and I nudged her with my nose. :You think he’ll find his mate?: She shrugged, avoiding my eyes, finishing the crown in her hands. :You know he’s obsessed with you, right?: I asked her. :Everyone could see it before you both decided to stop beating around the bush with each other, and now that you’re together, it’s even more obvious. That man is helplessly in love with

“So… It is not because you want the throne?” Prince Cornelius looked at Emery as if she was some kind of great disappointment. Disbelief was plastered all over his face. “Of course not,” he snarled. “Being the head of an empire is a total headache. Why would I waste my good looks for the sake of some people I am not even related to? You saw my brother… He looked so old now compared to his age.” He was yet about to speak, however, some kind of movement from behind them caught their attention. Hence, Emery grabbed the bow and nocked an arrow as fast as she could. Her eyes scanned the vicinity, ready to shoot anyone who found them.

He had his arms folded loosely, and he was looking out at the city below as though he were surveying something that belonged to him. Tessa forgot to look away. She just watched him. The line of his spine. The breadth of him against the pale city skyline. She was cataloguing him the way you catalogue a piece of art in a gallery when you think no one else is looking… greedily, thoroughly, with the specific reverence you reserve for things that are genuinely beautiful. She didn't realize her lips had parted. She didn't realize she had leaned forward slightly on the pillow. She especially did not realize that at some point in the last thirty seconds, Raymond had turned.

"We can't, Nick. You don't know the kind of man my father is. My internship will be cancelled. I'll never get to step outside. You'll never see me again." Nick turns quiet, and I know he's reconsidering. "Then I guess we won't tell him." He says finally. "I'm not letting you go so easily." His words warm my heart, making me smile. "So this is between us." I say. "Besides, I want to know what he wants. Like, why has he made me his target? Who is he? What does he want from me?" "Things like this stem from obsession." Nick answers in a strange voice. "I think he's obsessed with you for certain reasons. We just need to find out why."

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.