Wicked Crown Novels & Stories

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"

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?

Untouchable reputation. Except this wasn’t clean. This was leverage disguised as finance. This was control. Her fingers tapped lightly against the table, once, twice, three times. Then she smiled. Not because she was pleased. Because she understood. “They’re leading me,” she said quietly. And that—That made things fun. Cruz stood, grabbing her jacket, already moving. If Ivy and Sebastian thought they were setting the pace, they were about to find out just how wrong they were. Because Cruz didn’t follow trails. She rewrote them.

"The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings. "What's your call on handling them? Your wish is my command." With those words, a hush fell over the hall, thick and heavy as a tomb. I could feel Nolan's stare, sharp as a blade on my skin, but I did not look back. "Sophia!" Nolan's voice, laced with restrained fury, came from behind me. "Are you out of your mind? Do you even know who William Vincent is? He's got more blood on his hands than the entire Winston clan!"

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

N/B: This is a different book. A standalone in the Wickedly universe. It's been months since Freya Adams died. Everyone thinks it's an accident, but Allison Adams knows better. Freya was her sister, and they were close. So, so close. When the Adams family tries to get Allison to marry Paul Debarcio in Freya's place, Allison is scared and tries to escape. Paul killed Freya, and he would kill her too, because she knows too much about his crimes.

A mischievous smile is visible on her face. "What?" "Oh my god! I can't believe a crown prince who was being adored by many women is a virgin? If I am a man and have your power and authority I'll be with whoever I want." "Have you kissed someone before?" The Prince asks, she proudly answers him. "Yes, Many times." She casually answered and then counted in her mind, she was already lost in tract anymore after all that's part of her job. The Prince looked so shocked because of what she answered but then his expression changed.

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.