Belle Crown Novels & Stories

On yearbook photo day, I went over and stood next to my boyfriend, Blake Whitmore. Madison Vance, the cheer captain and sorority president, showed up late, and the crowd parted for her without being asked. A path opened straight to Blake, who stood dead center. "What took you so long? You just turned every head in the place." Blake smiled softly and pulled her into the spot beside him. I was pushed out of the frame. Tyler Brooks, my friend since childhood, caught my arm. "Claire, don't fight Madison for the spot. She's the main character today." Then he traded places with me and took the spot next to her. The crowd started whooping. The fraternity president stood on one side and the vice pre

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.

When I finished the main column and set my finger on the initials at the bottom, E and S entwined with A, he decided the moment had ripened. "You are charming," he said, voice pitched to travel, disgust on a leash. "Pirates always are. They tell stories because their hands don't stand up in daylight. But stories are not law. The crown's seal is law." He lifted a paper of his own, thick, smug, ribboned. "By authority of Her Majesty the Queen, of whom this town is very fond, we declare these documents forgeries, concocted by felons to disrupt a sacred Conclave."

After the queen’s bath, the maidservants worked together to dress her up, put on some light make-up and braid some locks of her hair. “Isn’t this dress too much for a simple Flower Banquet?” Emery asked as she stared at her own reflection. The accessories in her hair increased, but the earrings she was wearing were more extravagant than the ones she wore at her wedding. The hairpin given by Lady Mica was also the first thing she noticed because of the exquisite phoenix at its end. Aside from the accessories, she also stared at the red lotus painted in the middle of her forehead-she liked it. “It is a banquet arranged by Princess Garnet herself so showing up with your best appearance is an ap

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

She recited her usual mascot to cheer herself. The other girls have already gotten up. While she was wearing her black high heels there was a whistling sound. She raised her head to see the three musketeers in her room standing in front of her with a sparkle in their eyes. They also have been already ready to head to class. Lee Jeong was beautiful wearing a blue dress that accentuated her curvy body with knee-length boots. She has a cheery, easy-going personality which makes people want to befriend her from the first encounter.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

The banners overhead shifted faintly in the air currents, Everley’s deep blue and silver nearest the eastern stair, Hawthorne’s forest green toward the west, Nerezza’s dark crimson lining the shadowed corridor, and the gold-threaded black of Aurelian hanging alone near the center like a reminder of something reclaimed. We paused just inside the doors. Not intentionally. Just long enough for the ripple to reach us. “I thought Wren lived in Aetherwind coven territory.” “She does.” Elara Veymont stood near the base of the Everley staircase, posture immaculate, dark hair pinned precisely. Her gaze slid from me to Kaia and back again, sharp and assessing. Not scandalized. Interested. Stormhollow

She walked majestically like a queen with her head held high. Queen Sekina watched her came in to the palace in awe. But she pretended she wasn't intimidated by her beauty. She ordered the guards to arrange the cart that will take Lucy back to her kingdom and when everything was arranged, she called Lucy's attention who gave the queen her best smile. "Your majesty?". Lucy bowed in courtesy with a questioning look. "Yes my love ". Queen sekina sighed bringing out a very beautiful pendant necklace from one of her jewelry box. It's was made of silver and it's shone brightly in the palace when the reflection of the sun captured it.

she countered. Prince Cornelius shrugged his shoulders before taking Emery’s hand and kissing the back of it. He ignored the fact that his actions could be a trigger for a rumor about them to go around in and out of the palace. For him, he was simply being proud of his savior. “What can I say? She saved me from falling into death’s trap so it is only right to treat her better above all others.” He then shifted his gaze at her. “That aside, you should go and try the armor set.”