Novel & Cerita The Crowned Prince: Book

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The wealth, the power—it was all a lie. And there, sitting casually on a throne at the far end of the room, was the Crown Prince himself. Callum Silvermark. I’d heard of him, of course. Who hadn’t? The young, charming prince with a smile that could make any girl swoon. But I wasn’t any girl. And the moment I saw him, lounging on his throne like he hadn’t a care in the world, I wanted to kill him.

That's when I learned the renowned Brooke Group belonged to him — and the convenience store where I'd just started working was one of his businesses. Jonathan had been framed by relatives and spent three years in prison. He could have gotten out sooner, but he used that absence to conceal his strength. While different branches of the Brooke family tore each other apart, he waited in the shadows, then reemerged to collect the spoils and eventually unify the whole group. That he was the one behind the empire stunned me. I had not expected to run into Luke at the gala. I arrived with Jonathan at my side, and my presence set tongues wagging. Some called me Jonathan's friend; others whispered I m

A crowd gathered outside the palace gate. William stood by with his hand on his sword. The leader of the group stood tall but did not respond upon hearing her. Elinor knew he could hear her. This man was the most cunning in all of Avalon Kingdom. A saint in appearance, a devil at heart. As the Archbishop, many respected, and admired him, but they didn’t know beneath his saintly appearance lay a heart brimming with malice. A sword blessed by God and stained with the blood of royalty. With those same hands he turned the pages of the Bible, and with those same hands he wiped out the lives of the entire Elton family, with the bodies of those implicated stacked on top of each other.

A silence in which nobody could whisper a legend into life. “My way,” I whispered to myself “No bodies. No trials. No accusation that can turn the High Elder’s temper into a feud. Tonight I will make him nothing more than a memory. The crown will never be stained for it.” “And the prince?” Raven, my wolf asked me “The prince is a problem,” I admitted. I did not like admitting the truth even to Raven, truth was a door that when opened let drafts in, but the prince had shown his teeth in the courtyard, he had defended the slave with something close to possessiveness. If I could remove the possibility of that possessiveness becoming political, then I could still tilt the court my way.

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

Sure, I cared for him—cared if he was alive or not. Because I wanted him to be with me and Mom. Then, perhaps I could start loving him as my father. I am calm. I shoved the letter back inside the envelope. I am calm. I am calm. But seriously, why was this guy just here observing me? Was he here to observe my actions and report me to his father? I mean, I guess it was better not to talk, but get out of the room, buddy. "The books you were reading last night," the crown prince said, his luminous gaze settled on the three thick books that were in his hands. “They are great books.”

He had been raised by Cordelia and yet he still gets embarrassed, how funny Cordelia thought. Cordelia: "I don't believe my royal son and grandsons should be in the castle, they should delegate from here per se." King Alexander sr.: "So Alexandria gets to go with you to fight? While the boys and I get to stand by like cowards?” King Alexander angrily slams his balled-up hand into Alexis' table, thus breaking the table in half. Cordelia: "Son, quit being so melodramatic! You and the boys rule the kingdom and if you guys get captured, well, that would certainly bring chaos! Your kingdom needs you to override your pride!”

Once I read its title, I was able to release a breath I didn't know that I had been holding. ‘The Annals of the Crown’ was marked into the leather cover in a royal golden font along with some ancient inscriptions I wasn’t quite familiar with at the bottom. “It’s a book that traces your lineage?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. Zain shook his head. “It’s more than that. It holds the secrets of the crown as well, and I’ve been opportuned to go through this very book a good number of times to understand what Helene’s Mark entails, redhead.”

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?