The Crown Obsession Novels & Stories

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

Though it is difficult to break the crown since it is made of the most rarest and expensive diamonds and metals. His crown is his pride. He doesn't has any problem with her keeping his crown. She can take his whole wealth and he won't even say anything. Yes. She has wrapped him around her pink finger and he has no fucking problem with it. He is crazy for her. Thea furrowed her brows hearing him. "Which crown are you taking about?" She asked genuinely. She doesn't remembers any crown-wait! She has one crown. She planned to give it to police officers once she reached her home. In all this mess she totally forgot about the crown.

Seb asked while coming near her, Swara came in her senses after hearing him, and while showing the picture, she asked, “why you never told me that they crowned you as a King that also in a proper ceremony.” The picture was of Sebastian in which he was getting a crown of mafia king. Seb who saw this chuckled a little and said, “I forgot, and I got this crown because I’m the King of Kings, that’s why.” “And yeah I forgot to tell you one thing more that you are also going to get this crown (said while showing the next picture which is of Queen’s crown) of queen after our marriage.” “Really?” She asked with a shocked expression on which Seb nodded his head in return.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

"You think he's a great man? I think he's the biggest asshole I have ever met. He plans to kill me if I don't participate in this so-called ritual." Again, why the heck was she telling him all of that? Was she that desperate to talk to someone that she was opening her heart to the first person she saw? He could be Alpha Oizys' spy for all she knew. Everyone in this pack was two-faced bastards; Alpha Oizys and his sons took the crown. "I'm sure he wouldn't have." "Ah!" Roxie clamored. "Yeah, right." "So, what brought you here if it isn't because of Kaizen?" He placed his hands and balanced his weight on them, looking at her with a look of truthfulness that Roxie didn't know when she started p

Initially, she didn't mind, but when she felt them approach her, she stiffened. She glanced at the mirror and saw them. Two tall men, wearing dark suits. Their expressions weren’t any friendly. "Excuse me, this is the ladies..." she began but when they took a step forward, she subconsciously stepped back. One of them smirked. "See who is here if not the queen of the night, huh?" his voice was thick with mockery. "Our boss says your crown doesn’t shine so bright up close." Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist roughly, pulling her close.

The Crown. Inside her. Responding. Architect Zero pushed against the barrier. “Elena.” She strengthened it. “Give me my husband back.” “You cannot command me.” Seven million voices answered through the Ark. SHE CAN. Architect Zero looked around. The Genesis subjects stood. All of them. Subject One walked to Elena's side. “You wanted to know what the Crown really was?” Elena kept her eyes on Zero. “What?” “It was never a crown.” “Then what is it?”

"You're going to build me that list. Tonight. Cross-reference the three: technical access, tonight's itinerary, three years of proximity to the hijackings. Whoever sits at the center of all three circles is wearing a crown he took an oath under, and I gave it to him with my own hands, and I am going to take it back off his collar the same way." "And when we find him?" Darius asked. Quiet. He already knew. He just needed to hear me say it, the way we've needed things said to each other since we were children behind a stove. "I want him alive." My voice dropped to something the kitchen felt more than heard. "Long enough to tell me every name he sold and every dollar he took and exactly what Cr

On yearbook photo day, I went over and stood next to my boyfriend, Blake Whitmore. Madison Vance, the cheer captain and sorority president, showed up late, and the crowd parted for her without being asked. A path opened straight to Blake, who stood dead center. "What took you so long? You just turned every head in the place." Blake smiled softly and pulled her into the spot beside him. I was pushed out of the frame. Tyler Brooks, my friend since childhood, caught my arm. "Claire, don't fight Madison for the spot. She's the main character today." Then he traded places with me and took the spot next to her. The crowd started whooping. The fraternity president stood on one side and the vice pre

he commanded, upon noticing how her eyes were dropping down but she was conscious because he was around her. "Sleep," he closed her eyes with his palm and she let him. Once again the room was silent. And in that silence, he held her hand, fixing the ring on her hand. He was infatuated with her. "I won't let you go anywhere," he muttered, staring blankly at the ring. And the whole night passed with him staring at her with callous eyes. The soulless eyes, sometimes, would let an emotion quiver through the orbs. The emotion that hinted taking a pure possession on her masked by the relentless obsession coursing though his veins. For her. Just her.