Belle Crown Novels & Stories

His black ink made a small splotch on the corner. “It is to protect the Lord’s mother crown. The King once made the crown using his magic that allowed the gems to be made from snowflakes and ice gem. They don’t melt however to keep it gleaming it should always be near the snow.” Belle carefully looked at the crown. The beautiful gleaming gem that looked as though it had capture the beauty of winter in it. The carefully carved gold that seemed to be made with thoughtfulness by the maker. Belle had only heard the story of Leon’s father and her mother from him and from there she could tell the king and queen had loved each other dearly. A love that inspire their youngest son.

And true to her word is my other best friend, Belle is dressed as the moon goddess. She said she would dress as herself and she made good on her word. She looks flawless, pulling off the look like a pro. Her hair falls straight above her waistline where the bareness of her backless dress begins. The dress is long and elegant, she keeps a gold and red rhinestone sceptre in her hand and a crown on her head to match the sceptre.

Even nevertheless, the box remained there, an encroachment on her personal space. With the cool morning air sweeping across her naked shoulders, Belle forced herself to stand up. Her fingers hesitated, almost reluctantly, as she reached for the package carefully. It wasn't heavy. However, its weight was a quite different matter. An alert. a cage. She opened the lid with a flip. Inside, a diamond collar necklace was nestled against the rich crimson velvet. The cold, perfect, and merciless stones gleamed in the gentle light. Belle's breath caught. This was jewellery she had seen before.

Bernice glanced at me. The maid put on white gloves and carefully opened the box to reveal a crown. I blinked. It was the Crown I had never seen before. It has twelve water-drop-shaped pearls arranged neatly on the crown. On the top of each pearl is a perfectly cut heart-shaped diamond. The base of the crown is silver with rings of olive-leaf-shaped crystals. In the light of the Sun, it is holy and elegant like the Crown of our moon goddess. Bernice was so pleased with the crown that the satisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

He was probably an animal! He must have taken advantage of how ignorant the beautiful girl was and got her through malicious methods. A group of men whined about how they weren't as lucky to have met someone as adorable as Ginger was. They couldn't accept that someone else had got to her first. "Look, Sir! That crown looks beautiful!" Ginger pointed at a glass cabinet not too far away. There, a European-style crown was placed inside. It was made of gold and was embroidered with diamonds and colorful gems.

Belle's father was the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, one of the biggest departments in the Magic Bureau, while her mother came from an aristocratic family. Standing on the side, constantly taking insults, it made Maria want to leave yet her feet were rooted to the ground. She definitely had nowhere to run when she saw the final and fourth member of the 4-S Beauties make her way towards them. The closer that elegant figure got, the more Maria understood why this girl had earned the title, Beauty of Winter. "What is your relationship with Richard-sama?" demanded the frost princess.

After all, it had over a hundred gems on it and was made of pure gold. He turned to look at Gale. "It's yours, Galey." The two of them faced each other. Shawn slowly lifted the crown and tried to put it on her head. Gale's clothes suited the crown very well. However, just as the crown was about to touch her head, Gale took a step back. She would not wear it. She wanted to show that she really did not want it. The Heart of the Sea was like a curse. Gale would never dare to wear it, nor did she want to!

The once radiant blue firmaments were dimming into darker skies, the day drifting into the horizon as they began their journey back to the palace. They didn't have to wait long, the crownsmith only needed to polish the crown and they were set. Anaise had only caught a glimpse of the crown but it was more than enough to leave her stunned and speechless. It was beautiful, bedazzled with jewels and diamonds of different sizes, the shimmer of the crown was enough to leave Anaise buzzing with want, wanting to touch it, to feel it. Her hands itchen to gently place the delicate diamond on her head and prance around as a queen. But she quickly came down from that high, it was Astrid's dream not hers

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”