Belle Crown Novels & Stories

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

On the girl's head also wore a tiara to match the dress, a golden crown, but Brawen was certain that no other gold could match the splendor of that crown. This figure made Brawen realize this was the girl from earlier. But contrary to that weak appearance, she now looked extremely strong, like an angel judging a stupid mortal who dared to disrespect her. Paying close attention, Brawen realized that the crown was not used for decoration, but the girl was not wearing the real crown, because the crown was not placed directly on her head, but it hovered above the way. girl's hair few centimeters. Each time the crown flashed, light from it shot out around and formed the weapon shapes its owner wa

I could sneak inside Bella's room then. "Alright then," I said to Dr. Strauss and went to Bella's room. Feeling at ease, I looked around her quarters and basked in her scent. There is a picture on her nightstand of both of them at the competition's first presentation. She is wearing the Tiara of the Most Beloved, which has been destined for generations to be worn only by the King's favorite. There is no doubt that Chad is besotted.

I whispered, gently pushing against his chest. "When you return to the den," he promised, finally letting go, "we finish what we started." The Pacific Crown Gala was a sea of high-ranking wolves and southern aristocrats. I timed my entrance for the peak of the evening. The moment I stepped onto the marble, the shimmering gold of my gown caught the light like a solar flare. My mentor, Bella Dumont, the Alpha Editor of Fine Figures, was already center-stage.

She asked herself, having a struggle between keeping up with her current attitude towards Dante or just running into his arms like she really wanted to. Mireille slowly settled the crown on her head and looked into the window. It had been made with blue flowers and it looked really beautiful on her. Mireille's lips curled into a smile as she noted the similarity in this crown and the crown on his abs. Coming to think of it, she realised that the crown on Dante did not look so much like a King's crown, it was more like that of a princess just like the flower crown on her head at the moment. Why would Dante have tattooed a Princess's crown instead of that of a King?

Blair handed the flowers to Mable and lowered his head to give her a deep kiss. “They’re beautiful.” Mable held the flowers and asked, “But why does this crown look so familiar…?” After a pause, she suddenly remembered. “This crown is the Eternal Love, right?” Eternal Love was the masterpiece of Monafett’s renowned jewelry designer, Ricky. He had spent his entire life designing crowns for royalty and nobility, and this particular crown had a history of more than two hundred years. Mable had seen this crown at an auction before. It was rumored to have sold to a private collector for five hundred million.

She was wearing a long,deep red gown with silver detailing along the hem and neck. In spite of her beautiful dress,there was something I noticed and I furrowed my brows. She was wearing a silver crown which shone on her dark hair. This crown wasn’t just a normal crown. It was the crown of the reigning monarch of Silverpine. I couldn’t say it and I hoped that I was wrong,that she had probably just put it on her head for fashion. “Where is Alpha Harold—“ I breathed out,preventing myself from stuttering.

One thing Roxanne liked and hated about being dragged into a mare's nest and a world of dementia in Blood Moon pack were the elegant and elaborate ball parties they threw, where the champions looked their best and Roxie got to feel beautiful and a princess. Just like the other girls, Roxie was dressed pretty, in a glamorously red gown that flowed to the floor, her hair was done and her makeup was nicely touched by Bloom who fortunately didn't bake her face with too much makeup, unlike the other girls who looked like they had eaten up makeup and was overly dressed.

"There must be a misunderstanding. Please, just try to calm down." Bella let out a derisive snort, her eyes—heavy with gaudy eyeshadow—dripping with disdain. "Chief Surgeon? She’s just glorified labor. Who knows whose bed she crawled into to secure that title? She’s probably filthier on the inside than anyone else here." A moment later, Bella’s phone vibrated violently. Lorenzo’s name flashed across the screen. "Baby, my car is at the entrance. I brought your favorite cake."