The Stolen Crown の小説・ストーリー

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”

Once thеrе was a young girl who wanted nothing more than to bе lovеd. Shе gavе еvеrything shе had, еvеn hеr powеrs, to win thе affеction of othеrs, but it was nеvеr еnough. Instеad of accеptancе, all shе got was bеtrayal and pain. In thе еnd, thе man shе trustеd thе most was thе onе who turnеd back on hеr. Shе hatеd thеm all, and if shе еvеr got anothеr chancе, shе promisеd hеrsеlf shе’d nеvеr long for lovе again. Instеad, shе’d makе thosе who wrongеd hеr suffеr in rеturn. Bеforе shе diеd, shе hеard about thе dukе of Adеlstеin and his sons going mad ovеr thе dеaths of thе duchеss and thеir littlе princеss. Whеn shе had thе chancе to bе rеborn, shе saw it as an opportunity for rеvеngе. Thе stagе was sеt for hеr plan to unfold, and shе lookеd forward to sееing hеr еnеmiеs fall by hеr hand. Thе big quеstion now is whеthеr shе’ll gеt hеr vеngеancе or if somеthing unеxpеctеd will changе hеr mind. Will shе ultimatеly lеarn to lovе hеr nеw family? Only timе will tеll in this story of bеtrayal, rеvеngе, and thе possibility of finding somеthing unеxpеctеd along thе way.

In the shifter city of Ancnix, strength is law, loyalty is survival, and every young warrior is taught that their soul belongs to the moon. Seventeen-year-old Elora Jardine has spent her life mastering control—of her shifting, of her temper, and of the secrets she keeps hidden behind a composed smile. Born into a respected warrior house yet trapped beneath her father’s cruelty, Elora’s only anchors are her younger brother, Micah, and her closest friend, Kailee Blackstone. But on the eve of her graduation, a violent confrontation awakens a power inside Elora that no Shifter should possess. When the city’s future king, Gregory Forstfang, moves to claim her under the guise of duty, Elora’s world collapses into fear, fractured trust, and a destiny she never asked for. Forced to flee Ancnix, Elora’s escape leads her deep into the untamed Outer Wilds, where she encounters two strangers whose paths intertwine with her own: Briar Vale, a gentle but powerful Strega guided by visions she doesn’t yet understand, and Declan Eldritch, a Farisee whose calm presence stirs ancient magic in the world around him. Each carries secrets. Each carries a purpose. And each seems mysteriously drawn to Elora’s growing, unstable power. Together, the unlikely trio must navigate haunted forests, forgotten ruins, and a rising darkness spreading across Nethara. As Elora’s abilities intensify beyond her control, the three uncover whispers of an old prophecy—a legend hinting that the fate of their world may rest in the hands of a girl who never wanted to be anything more than free.

Aeryn, a fierce warrior and heir to the exiled Lunari Clan, returns from self-imposed isolation when his father dies mysteriously. Kaela, daughter of the ruling Frostfang Alpha, is a diplomat and trained healer sent to negotiate peace at a seasonal summit. During a lunar eclipse, the Lunar Bond mark appears on both Aeryn and Kaela — a fated mate pairing that's politically catastrophic. Their clans are ancient enemies. They try to resist the pull, but their instincts grow stronger. Dreams, pain when apart, even shared emotions bind them. They begin to secretly meet — exchanging history, learning truths hidden by their elders. Kaela discovers a prophecy: the return of a "moon-bound king and queen" who will restore balance to the realm — but only if they defy their blood oaths.

She is still married. And already falling apart. To the world, she is Mrs. Chris Robinson. Elegant. Loyal. Untouchable. Married to one of Britain’s most powerful men. Behind closed doors, her marriage is quiet, passionless, and slowly suffocating her. Chris does not touch her anymore. Does not look at her the way husbands should. Does not notice her thirst to be wanted. Sebastian Cross does. Chris’s greatest rival. The man whose name sparks fury in boardrooms and rivalry in headlines. The one man she should never feel drawn to. What begins as stolen glances and accidental meetings turns into something dangerous. Something aching. Something she can no longer deny. Every encounter with Sebastian reminds her of everything her marriage lacks. Desire. Heat. Choice. She has not divorced yet. But her heart is already slipping. And when Chris finally realizes his wife is slipping away, he will face the one truth he cannot control. She is no longer starving quietly. And Sebastian Cross is more than willing to feed her hunger.

Winter break was supposed to be quiet. A chance to recover from the battles that fractured Obscura Arcanum’s fall semester. Instead, Iris Wren comes home to find her mother soul-bound to a Stormhollow werewolf, and her calm, structured life about to collide with something wild. Something loud. Something named Kaia. The daughters of fated mates, they’re now step-sisters by magic and mistake. Neither asked for this. Both are fighting it. But when the spring semester brings whispers of corrupted packs, broken sigils, and shadowed disappearances across Ember Hills, their unwilling bond may be the only thing strong enough to survive what's coming. Because bloodlines make enemies. But found family? That makes warriors.

He was a man made of sins. She was the one mistake he couldn’t undo. Luca Romano — the ruthless Don of the Romano crime family — has lived in the shadows for years, drowning in blood, money, and women. But beneath the armor of power lies a ghost he can’t escape: Serena, the girl who once saved his broken soul before vanishing without a trace. Decades later, when Luca sees her again in a supermarket — the same eyes, the same delicate face — he loses control. Within hours, she’s in his mansion, locked away, his lost angel finally returned to him. But she isn’t Serena. She’s Sienna, Serena’s twin sister — the one thrown away, forgotten, and left to survive the streets. Unlike her gentle twin, Sienna bites back. She curses him, fights him, and makes him question the monster he’s become. “You think you own me, Don?” she spits. “No, dolcezza,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb against her jaw. “I think I finally found the one woman who could destroy me.” What begins as a twisted act of obsession turns into a war between them — a battle of wills, lust, and long-buried secrets. Because the more Luca learns about the woman he’s captured, the more he realizes: He might have stolen the wrong twin, but he’s finally met his match. And when the real Serena returns — sweet, innocent, and hiding a darkness he never imagined — Luca will discover the cruelest truth of all: The angel he adored was a lie… and the devil he stole might be the only one who can save him. “I thought you were my redemption,” he says. “No,” she whispers. “I’m your reckoning.”

Every witch awakened a gift when she came of age. Mine was simple. I could siphon my husband's fortune. On Christmas Eve, my husband spent 20,000,000 on a ring and proposed to his mistress as if he were buying a headline. The trending page exploded. Everyone waited to see how quickly I would be thrown out. The pathetic wife was finally swept out the door. When I stayed quiet, Jasper Prescott's tone turned playful, almost indulgent. "She's just a kid. She wanted the whole 'moment.' Your place isn't going anywhere." Then he added, as if assigning me a chore, "She's young. She can't handle things. Pay more attention to the engagement party's details." As though he feared I might cause trouble, he slid a black card across the table with casual ease. "Babe, you know what I value most," he said. "You being sensible." I pinched the cold card between my fingers, smiled, and nodded. No one knew the rule hidden inside our marriage. After we married, every time Jasper betrayed me, I took a piece of his fortune, stripping it from him one point at a time and adding it to my own. Once Christmas was over, I would take whatever he had left.

My best friend, Sienna Monroe, who always swears she'll never marry, goes with me to the fertility clinic and suddenly snatches away the donor profile I choose. That's when I know she has come back to life too. In my previous life, I wanted a mixed-race baby, so I chose the IVF route. Sienna mocked me, saying I'd just be raising someone else's child. But two weeks later, I was taken to the royal palace of Valoria. It turned out the donor I picked was none other than the Prince of Valoria, a man of eight national lineages. He not only insisted on marrying me as his princess but also promised that our child would inherit the throne. The baby and I were cherished by the entire royal family, so much so that the jewels they draped over me nearly bent my back. Meanwhile, Sienna flaunted her extreme feminist stance and offended business partners. In the end, she was fired and blacklisted across the industry. Sienna spent all her savings on a plane ticket to attend my party, where I would introduce my baby to everyone. But when I went to welcome her, she crushed my son to death in her hands and splashed concentrated acid on me. "You don't deserve such good fortune! You worthless witch!" But when I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day I asked her to go with me to the fertility clinic.

After returning from studying abroad, I prepared to honor my childhood betrothal. But on the very day I went to pick up my wedding gown, I saw my million-dollar couture dress worn by a poverty-stricken girl whom my fiancé had been secretly supporting. When I demanded the gown back, I was scolded as a homewrecker and mocked as a loveless hag. My fiancé excused her, saying the girl had never seen the world, and I should be more accommodating. Well, I've always loved charity. If giving away a million-dollar dress counts as charity, then fine—I'll even let go of the engagement, too. But let it be known: not just anyone can be engaged to the Vance heiress.