Novel & Cerita Anime Similar To Guilty Crown

But then, after a while, Emery showed up and she was wearing a noble lady’s dress and her hair was neatly braided and adorned with several pins, including the one with the flying, blue phoenix. “Whoah, there, Your Highness,” Jadeite stated as she got up from her seat. She walked up to Emery and stared at her from left to right with a smirk plastered on her face. Cataleena and Secorah, on the other hand, were quite speechless since it was their first time to see the assassin they knew who was not at all good at choosing good clothes and was actually dressed like a proper noble lady. “Are you returning to the capital already?” Jadeite asked.

“That’s not true—” “Isn’t it?” Cassian stood, his body vibrating with barely controlled rage. “Because from where I’m sitting, in this cell, listening to you fuck someone else, it feels very much like it’s true. It feels like you chose the crown. And I have to sit here and wonder if you ever actually loved me, or if I was just a convenient secret. A man to hide with until someone better came along.” Daemon felt something in his chest shatter into irreparable pieces.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

“You’ve got some bite for a girl who looks like she’d rather be buried in books.” My jaw clenched. “Better books than being a wasted nobody.” His laugh was low, sharp, dripping with mockery. “Cute. Nerd girl thinks she can sting.” He said as he leaned closer, his voice brushing against my ear. “Bet you’ve never even been kissed properly.” I instantly became tensed, rage and humiliation colliding. But he's wrong because I never even got the chance to...“You don’t know me.” I said with teary eyes.

The more tipped she gets the more loose her hips and I really think I’ve come up with a dozen new ways to break every bone in someone’s body. “Damn, that shite’s annoying.” Sokin growls, rubbing his ear, retreating to the opposing corner the Akuma are playing in. He brought his own bottle of spirits, and obviously listens but doesn’t fall into the debate of M.V.s that don’t exist in our world. I know I’m just being a rod because shite in Manga is no more real than ‘cars’ or motor vehicles any more than guns or football. At least there’s an actual story with interesting and well-thought-out plot twists. The shite that they go on about is brainless.