Novel & Cerita Crown Me Gorgeous

Beautiful, handsome words were piercing me like arrows because no one could know better than me how disgusting this person is. Then the makeup designer there comes close to me, and starts to do my makeup by making me sit on the chair. "Ma'am, how lucky you are! that you got such a handsome man like Sir, you know, girls from all over the city are crazy for him. Everybody mad for his look. We all are die when he look us. You are so lucky women who got this shinning diamond." She said all this while doing my makeup and her words create frustration, helplessness, awkwardness in me I just felt as if someone is driving knives on my body.

"This is what you can make out of your destiny. This is all laid out for you, and the only decision you have to make is whether or not you want all of this. Ancients like you and me… we’re not meant to breed with anyone else. Together, the only thing we can make is perfection." He reaches out from behind me and opens an ornate velvet box resting on the table. Inside it is a silver crown encrusted in small diamonds and big black gems that sparkle darkly in the morning light. He takes it in his hand and perches it carefully on my head. I slowly lift my gaze to look at myself in the mirror, and I almost wither. I know it's not a big deal. It's not a glaring difference from what I looked like ea

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

" I asked as he handed me a beautiful crown. "Your coronation," he said before walking out of the room leaving me alone. He couldn't possibly think I would rule them. I pulled the dress on wandering around the penthouse. It was breathtaking and everything in the penthouse was white with clean lines. I wouldn't mind living here under different circumstances. I fixed my makeup putting on soft pink lipstick and mascara with thin eyeliner. I was pretty but I could see the sadness in my eyes. I couldn't hide my feelings no matter how hard I tried.

“Your Majesty ” The formality made something break inside Daemon’s chest. He pulled back just enough to look at Cassian really look at him. Golden brown skin flushed dark with want. Amber eyes gone molten. Hair coming loose from its careful tie, falling across his shoulders in a way that made him look nothing like the composed Duke of the Southern Province and everything like someone who’d been touched by the king and was dangerous because of it. “Say my name,” Daemon commanded. “Daemon.” It came out raw. Honest.

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

“Isn’t it magnificent? Think of all the eligible gentlemen inside—earls, dukes, perhaps even foreign princes!” “And one crown prince,” their father added pointedly, his stern gaze fixed on Priscilla. “Remember why we are here.” Isabelle gazed up at the palace—an imposing monolith of white marble and vast windows that reflected the late afternoon sun like a thousand watching eyes. Towers ascended toward the heavens, and intricate stone carvings adorned every cornice and column. It was beautiful, yes, but beautiful in the way a bird of prey was beautiful— magnificent and terrifying in equal measure.

“What gifts?” “Such as myrrh for her perfume. Saffron for the delicacies of her food and pieces of jewelry to adorn for herself.” “Where can we even buy those things?” Ganzorig is astounded. “Sindhur is poor, Your Highness. There are no great things like that in this place."

“Don’t worry… I am not forcing you to stay by my side. That is why, Emery, I will give you this one last chance to decide. Will you choose to be with me or do you want to return to the eastern continent with King Lawson? If you choose the latter, I will understand and will let you go without harm. However, if you choose me now… I promise to never let you go no matter what. I will cherish you for the rest of my life no matter how many of my people would go against us. You will become the empress of the Varmore Empire and do whatever you wish to do.” He then showed her the ring that was carefully forged with expensive raw materials by the greatest jeweler in the empire. With one glance, it loo

“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.