Romans & histoires Tomorrow X Together Crown

"No, I don't. However, I can't block your path. You're meant to be the queen of the Moretti family, not just the Romanos' Donna." I let out a soft laugh, bending down to kiss his scarred face, that jagged mark of his past. "Who says I'm going anywhere? I'll claim the Moretti name and keep the Romanos close. A queen and a Don… We're meant to rule together, right?" Wade's shock gave way to a broad grin, the most joyous I had seen in a decade. "Okay. If you want the world, I'll win it for you. In this life, you're my Donna, and I'm your blade. Till death do us part."

“Until tomorrow, then?” “Until tomorrow,” Isabelle echoed, watching as he strode from the library, taking the light with him. Alone in the gathering dusk, she pressed her fingers to the spot he had touched, allowing herself one moment of foolish, painful hope before reality reasserted itself. Tomorrow he would give the locket to Amelia. Tomorrow he would move one step closer to his ideal bride. And Isabelle would stand in the shadows, watching, her heart breaking in perfect silence. “Have you heard?” Lady Beatrice’s voice carried across the salon, pitched just loud enough to ensure her words reached their intended audience. “The prince has been spending a great deal of time with Miss Ellwood

“Yeah, heard what happened last night?” Wade gave a curt nod, “She OK?” Wade asked, sitting in his usual chair. Marc slipped on the t-shirt, sliding behind his desk. “Yes, she was shaken.” Marc smiled to himself, pulling a stack of paper towards him. “I need to organise the coronation ceremony.” He grinned to his beta like a buffoon. Allowing himself to relish in the memory. Wade didn’t clock at first as he looked over the books mindlessly for the coronation information. His hand stopped midway as he reached for it. “Hold up!” He spun to look at his friend. “What?” his deep voice squeaking.

She exclaims, and Roxie lets out another piqued sound from the back of her throat before throwing the covers over her head. “Go away!” She mumbled as she felt herself drift back to sleep almost instantly, only to have the covers yanked from her, causing her eyes to pop open and her body to jerk into a sitting position on the bed. “You took away my freedom and now you won't let me fucking sleep!” She cried and gave Bloom a sardonic glare, but the girl laughed and looked exactly like her name. "Today marks the start of the Dance of the Moon Ritual, which calls for all the champions to get to know one another over breakfast every day. You are already a few minutes late.”

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

"I want to be clear, so listen carefully, because I will say this once. I claimed you because the law recognizes what you are to me, and allowing my mate to be chained as a breeder would humiliate the crown before every pack in the kingdom. That is the only reason you are here." Sable stopped singing. I felt her go still inside me, and then I felt her start to shake, and I stood there in front of his desk with my hope draining out of me and hating myself for ever letting it in. Of course. Of course it was the crown, not me. It had never once in my life been me. Each sentence that followed went into me slow and deep, and I kept my eyes on the edge of his desk and my face empty, because I had

The air tightened again. “The Crescent House did not fall,” he continued. “It was divided.” Elder Mara inhaled sharply. Ryan frowned, “Divided how?” Ethan’s voice lowered. “Between throne and guardian.” My pulse hammered. “What does that mean?” I whispered. Ethan’s eyes did not leave mine. “It means the bloodline was split.” The silver at my collarbone burned once, sharp and clear. “Half remained sealed in hiding.” His gaze deepened. “And half was sworn to protect it.”