The Crown's Obsession Novels & Stories

His legs that has been frozen in place tried to move forward, but the numbness and the heavy weight of his sins pulled him down as he fell forwards and knelt on the ground with a silent roar of a cornered beast coming out of his mouth. The two personal subordinates at the side could only watch at the side with complicated expressions. They wanted to support their crown prince, but the chaotic air around the other party forced them to stand on their ground with helplessness surging in their chests. They could not help their crown prince in dealing with the matters about his fated mate, and it is a reality that completely reveals their uselessness. This is the atmosphere that greeted Crow the

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.

Then— “What the hell are you waiting for, Papa? Let Mama wear the ring already.” Ceynol and Jade froze. That voice— They turned toward the side of the road, and to their shock, Crown stood there with his grandparents, arms crossed like an impatient director waiting for the scene to move forward. One by one, the masked men removed their head coverings. Ceynol’s jaw dropped. His friends stood before him, grinning like mischievous devils. Realization dawned on him. “This was all… a setup?” he breathed. Crown tilted his head. “You said you wanted a memorable proposal. Well, I gave you one.”

she mutters in a furious voice before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Cara gladly smiles, setting down her tools of work to finally become the powerful, feared woman that her old mother promised she would become. She tiptoes her way from the dresser whose clean surface she was wiping and halts at the small table by the bed. She picks up the crown with a proud smile and sets it on top of her head with a huge sigh. Her eyes close as she tries to feel her connection to the crown. But she senses something different, it's rejection and rage. A deafening wail leave her mouth as she collapses to the floor, the crown's ruthless curse causing her searing pain.

Feeling inexplicably nervous, Charlotte approached the trays, took a deep breath, and opened the first box. Inside lay a beautiful crown. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the style contemporary and fashionable. If Charlotte recalled correctly, this crown was one of the showpieces from a recent foreign auction, the 'Treasure of the World.' "This is..." Charlotte murmured, a mixture of amazement and surprise evident in her voice, "This is the 'Treasure of the World' crown?" Kingsley nodded and delicately placed the crown atop Charlotte's head. He gazed at her, his eyes serious as though he were beholding his most precious treasure.

They moved around each other. Slowly. Perfectly. Until they formed a single symbol. A crown. Kael stared. “I've seen that before.” The First Kael looked at him. “Where?” Kael's voice became quiet. “In the beginning.” The Observer stepped forward. “No.” Auren looked at him. “What?” The Observer stared at the symbol. “That isn't his crown.” “Then what is it?” The Observer's expression became pale. “It is the crown he abandoned.” The darkness suddenly opened.

Congratulations are in order, as well as many questions. Through the door outside, I see the loyal soldiers scouting through. I imagine they will have the entire palace secure very soon, if they haven’t secured it already. After a time, a servant walks in carrying the King’s formal crown. The servant seems confused, flanked by two loyal guards. They walk up the blood-stained silver carpet, carrying the crown all the way to the front. Caleb hops back up onto the platform. As the servant comes close enough, he reaches down, snatches the crown off the pillow it was carried in on, and drops it onto his own head.

I should be home or off somewhere looking for someone to feed from, not here, pinning for a boy like an obsessed new changeling. Obsessed No, I wasn't obsessed, but the words just laughed at me. I was standing outside his apartment building. I was obsessed. I took in a deep breath and let out a mock laugh. Dante, Dante, Dante what have you done I'll just pursue him then. Fuck him enjoy that beautiful body. I wanted to know every sound he made when he was aroused. I wanted to drink every moan that came out of his mouth. I wanted to see the look on his face when I slid into him. Would he moan out loud and thrash or would he wrap his legs around me and pull me close.

I’d see to that. Even if it cost me the crown. Even if I had to tear the kingdom down brick by brick to place its ruins at her feet. Whatever her heart desired, I would give it. Because somewhere along the way, obsession had slipped its knife between my ribs. And I had no intention of pulling it free.

THE KING'S DARK OBSESSION What is it like when a bored yet malicious soul finds something new to feed on? Catastrophic. A powerful one could have the vision of conquering something. It could either be a kingdom to rule on. A thing to add to their possessions. Or a person to prey on. A single blow against them either had them rattling down on the floor or prowling for their enemies with intensity and madness that was never seen in them before. Is it the pride that was hurt?