The Crown's 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.

There’s actual fanfare, from real trumpets, and the huge doors open to admit me. All thoughts of Ashton or anyone else clear my mind entirely. I instantly focused on Owen, seated on his throne, the crown of our thoughts again hair. The King’s crown is simple, polish-focused with peaks that rise in the shape of fangs; the pack legend is that they’re actual werewolf teeth. I suppose now that I’m about to be queen, I cI'dfind out. I sl a list of s all the weird things I’ve always wanted to know. Since life around Aconitum Hall seems like it’s going to be pretty boring, maybe I can write a definitive history of the pack or something.

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

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

Can you please do something? ''What Can I do Aunt?? Tell Me I will do anything for his health.'' ''Promise me that you won't say No. Please I beg you. '' ''Okay Okay I promise. '' ''leave Abhi please. '' ''But I already did. I am not marrying him.'' ''No, he said he still don't wanna marry Shruti. And Shruti tried to commit suicide yesterday. And Roy is worried for that. '' ''What she tried to kill herself???''

Walking into the throne room, she was pushed to a knee on the ground. The King sat on his throne. His head was decorated with a beautiful crown and his beautiful garment swept the part he took to walk toward her. La Reine's eyes were focused on the floor and she blinked when those silver shoes came into view. "Look up Slave." The words rolled up his mouth as he spoke. "I'm..... I'm not a, I'm not a slave." She muttered, looking up and meeting his eyes. It was an insult for a gifted being to be a slave.

That guy doesn't have a sense of appreciation,' says the voice inside Aileen's head. "What do you mean, madam?" Aileen failed to answer the maid when an interruption occurred. "What's taking you lo—" The king barged in unannounced but almost dropped his jaw. He used to see his wife with average attire, still beautiful, but today she looks like an expensive statue. "Shaun? Do I look weird?" Aileen asked, caressing the crown in her head. She felt awkward wearing the heavy crown made of pure ruby and expensive stones. Today was the second time she had to wear the crown, thus she's not used to wearing a real crown.

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.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

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?