Anime Tiara Novels & Stories

"You're pregnant. You will be scheduled for removal tomorrow night. Rest well, you're going to need it." "Wait, what?! Pregnant? Removal? What do you mean?!" Before the doctor could explain Ara is already being pulled off the table and out of the room. "No! Wait, what's going on here?!" Ara's been put in another cell where she was given a plastic bracelet with B07 written on it. Other girls with her in the room were crying and impossible to talk to. Most of them would be talking to themselves rocking back and forth. All of them are senseless except for one who was with her in the first cell. Like Ara, that girl is confused.

Aurora let out a long deep sigh and croaked out, “For that pighead, Teetee is just a means to get ‘The Heart of Magic’.” Sitting beside her, I held her hand and said, “His loss… Tiara is a charmer… she will always have people to love and care for her.” She gave me one of those wholehearted smiles that lit up her eyes. One of my personal favorites. “It doesn’t matter what Tyson thinks about Tiara, we all love her more than anything else in the world,” Zarina added, leaning over to gaze at our angel. Aurora exhaled deeply and nodded her head. “I am not going to waste my precious time thinking about that D*** head. I have more important things to do.”

my short answer. "Does your brother work there?" "Yes, he is the CEO," I answered and noticed the masculinity in her eyes. "Why?" I asked her. "Y-you mean?" I couldn't stop myself from laughing because of her reaction. "I'm sorry, you only know me by my name. And to answer your question, yes, my brother is the CEO of that company. I'm Princess Kiara Alcantara.” I said. "That's why you have a resemblance to the owner of that company because he is your brother."

ADAM When Binta came out in her peach bridal dress, I was speechless. She was beautiful; the red ruby jewellery that graced her hair made her look like an angel. The beauty of her nose was more pronounced with the golden ruby rose ring she wore. The veil that covered her face was so light that I could see her through it. The peach lace transparent dress she wore wrapped her body so beautifully that her figure was pronounced. The henna that decorated her hands was beautifully drawn. She was indeed a princess. I saw the way the men in the room glared at her as her aunt brought her to sit beside me. I was proud. Binta was beautiful, and what she wore made her look like a goddess. When she sat b

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

It was as if she wanted to settle in before the real moment arrived. Then, at last, Tiara appeared. She stepped through the doors hesitantly, walking a bit awkwardly in the large dress she wore. It swallowed her frame, the fabric flowing around her in an unnatural way. From the way she moved, it was clear she was not used to wearing something like this. I could tell it had been thrown on her in a rush, and I already knew why. This was done because I had asked to see her. She walked forward and bowed deeply, first to me and then to her father.

"Wearing that tiara is a symbol of betrayal, miss. How dare you wear King Adrianne's Queen's tiara when I, as the main lady, only wear small hair jewelry. This is a betrayal of me. You even sat on the throne wearing that tiara. You walk the halls with that tiara as well. Do you think that you are our queen? You're just a slave and your place is at my feet. We only need your womb to breed an heir. Quick, remove that tiara from your head, or else your pretty red hair will be shaved off from your head." "You damn thief. I won't give this tiara to you, I'd rather lose my head. This tiara is mine, my prince gave it to me as a symbol of his love and affection towards me. This tiara proves that I a

"Oh, no!" Tiara grabbed the edge of the sink and started to pull herself together. Her eyes were filled with emotion. It was clear from her gaze and her flushed face that she didn't want to be disturbed. "Damn Helena!" she muttered as she banged her fist on the sink, which was covered in luxurious ceramic tiles. Tiara stood in front of the sink, her breathing coming in short, rapid gasps. She was seething with rage. She couldn't accept that Helena had won the diamond at such a high price—something she couldn't possibly match.

Placing the tiara above her styled bun, Tori faced her handmaidens who were there the whole time. "Are you sure you will not wear a necklace, Lady Tori?" Alya, Tori's handmaiden, asked her again. I need to have space if I want to wear the Jewel Eyes of Rhea, but I can't tell you guys yet. "I want to remain simple and who knows, someone might gift me a necklace." Tori jokingly replied Alya. The latter's eyes sparkled. "Lady Tori, the princes might gift you that." She was gushing like a dog in heat.