The Crown's Entrapment Novels & Stories

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

"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

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

"Please, believe me!" "Guards, detain her and confine her to the dungeon for attempting to harm the future empress," Addison declared, and the knights promptly led Elen away to imprisonment. In the dimly lit chamber, Elen's heart pounded against her chest as she was led away by the knights. Her mind raced with disbelief and betrayal as she tried to comprehend the cruel twist of fate that had befallen her. She had loved Addison with all her heart, believing their bond to be unbreakable. But now, she was left with nothing but shattered dreams and a bitter taste of deceit.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

"The ones that show the massive 'donations' you’ve been making to certain mercenary guilds in the Southern Border. The same guilds that use the specific type of crossbow bolt found in the Prince’s shoulder today." Vincent’s face went from pale to ghostly white. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," he finally stammered. "Don't you? Then let’s hope the Crown Prince is less observant than I am," Evelyne said, offering him a sharp, jagged smile. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to prepare. I imagine Alaric isn't the type to wait for an invitation when there’s a traitor to interrogate."

Upon entry, we both kicked off our stilettos before sitting on the couch together and letting out a conjoined sigh. After a few moments of silence, I finally said something, "So how did all of the chaos start?" I asked her "The Crown brothers came to the club," she said "Really?" I asked "Yup. Christian owns the club and I dead ass bumped into Khalil while looking for you so we could leave," she told me and hid her face in her hands, "I walked right into a famous, rich, sexy, man," she whined "I'm sure he's not going to track you down and murder you for stepping on his Gucci loafers," I snorted

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

“But I have a feeling he is the one responsible for all of this?” “Might be. Do you know anything about him?” “Nothing except he asked me to steal the crown before your coronation.” “Ah, it tracks!” “What?” “If someone steals my crown before the coronation, they can challenge me to a duel of life or death, challenge my crown and my position as the king. The crown also has magic, Vera, ancient magic. It gives power to the ruler of Draconia. It is not just an ornament. It is history, it is a source of power.”

They are now starting to gain more attention as Janice hysterically yelled. "You filthy witch! I will kill you!" Janice cried and was about to slap her when Katara caught her hand in the air and stopped her. They look at each other and glare. "You can't touch my face, you might stain it—" "What is happening here?" Katara stops and immediately lets Janice's hand go. The crown prince entered the scene, his forehead knotted and looked at them especially Katara badly. Now she smells trouble... Not edited