The Crown's Obsession Novels & Stories

she asked quietly. “Then why does it feel like you’re burying him?” I asked. Her voice dropped. “Because the crown is cracking.” I froze. “What?” She walked closer. “The rumors. The leaks. The murmurs. They’re not random.” I thought of Marcus. His smile. His voice. “Someone is pushing,” she continued. “Hard.” “And your solution,” I said slowly, “is to marry me off faster.” “To protect you,” she said. “To cage me,” I snapped.

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.

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’re going to regret it if you let those billionaires slip through your fingers! [The side character is just a bimbo. Her looks are the only thing she has going for her. She thinks she’s making a killing, but the three guys are the main characters. They are worth way more. Just wait until she realizes what she lost!] [Can’t wait for our baby girl to bag all three of them and come back to humiliate the side character.] Cassie stared at the virtual screen with a deluded smile as if the fantasy was within reach.

“Maybe she was confused, sir. It wasn’t…..” “She made a choice.” Vincenzo’s voice hardened. I trusted her, but she let herself be used. She lied to me and acted like I was some fool.” He chuckled under his breath, but there was no humor in it….just darkness. His eyes glinted with obsession as he whispered, “She has been mine since the day I saw her picture. And now... I’ll remind her.” The room went silent for a beat. Then Vincenzo glanced sideways, his jaw tense, nostrils flaring slightly. “Let the guards rotate. Nobody enters her wing but Emily. I don’t want interruptions until the wedding.”

] I continue the orders. [If you see anything suspicious or need help, send it through the link.] "Crystalline, this war will be over if you just hand me your crown." Coro’s voice brings my attention back to him after the orders have been sent. Can see his cocky smile once again on his face as I scoff at his words. I will not be giving my Crown to him willingly. “If you want my Crown so badly, then you will have to take it from my dead body.” I shout back, letting out a low growl. I can see a flash of anger in his eyes as he stares at me, his cocky grin falling from his face.

“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.

The words landed heavily. Then the Third Crown pulsed. Truth. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava immediately pointed. Then: "I hate him already." Then Henry adjusted his glasses. Then: "What's his Crown?" Valen's expression darkened. Then: "The Crown of Dominion." Silence. Then Thomas felt something. The First Crown reacted. Authority. The Fourth Crown reacted. Resolve. Then Valen nodded. Then: "The Crown of Dominion is a corrupted twin of your Crown of Authority."

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."

Sharp enough to steal the air from my lungs. My eyes flew open as the connection deepened, unstable but insistent. Images flickered through my mind, too fast to hold at first, until one forced itself into clarity. The crown. Dark. Heavy. And then something beneath it. A flaw. Not something visible, not something physical, but something that could be felt through the echo itself. My breath caught. “There is a way,” I said, my voice low but intense. Every gaze snapped to me. “The crown can be overwhelmed.”