Crown Me Gorgeous Novels & Stories

I was the famously sickly daughter of a great general. A cold breeze could make me cough blood. Unfortunately, I also had echopraxia, which made me compulsively imitative. Whatever I saw, I copied, and nobody could stop me. When I was three, one of my father's mistresses staged a hanging to win his attention. I thought it looked interesting, looped a sash around my own neck, and copied her. By the time a maid found me, my eyes had already rolled back. The physician forced three bowls of restorative down me through the night before he got me back. When I was five, my half sister threw herself on the floor screaming for candy. I copied her and stayed unconscious for seven whole days. My fa

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

Clara snatched the ring from him and lifted it above her head. “Look at this. A market counterfeit, and she wears it like a crown.” Her attendants crowded close, eager to agree now that Marcus had decided what the truth would be. “It does look real.” “Too real for someone like her.” “Good fakes always do.” I held out my hand. “Give it back.” Clara rolled the ring between her fingers. “Or what? Will you summon the Dragon King to punish me?” “Caelan gave that to me.”

Beside us, Bella clapped her hands in delight, her expression one of untouchable arrogance. "Kill her, Lorenzo! Chop off her hands and feed them to the dogs! A pathetic, low-born woman like her could die ten thousand times and it still wouldn't atone for my son's life!" Bella even spat on me, acting as if she were already the Sovereign of the city. Lorenzo raised his right hand high, another heavy blow ready to fall. Just then, the rhythmic thud of heavy, synchronized footsteps echoed from the end of the hall. Each strike of expensive leather against the floor carried enough raw pressure to turn the air to lead.

She tiptoed towards him, she extended her hand and she was about to get the book when it was too late because the book had already fallen. It creates a sound, she looks at the prince if he wakes up but he's not. She continued to get the book, she bent and held it. She picked up the book and was about to stand straight when she saw the crown prince's face, she stopped and then looked at him. His legs cross, he looks so elegant in his royal black suits. His hair was down and messy, it's her first time seeing his hair messy. Usually he's hair is well styled, his lips are pinkish. Damn did he use something on his face? Why is he so blessed? Hope all are blessed by the above, he has this face tha

I held up my hand, silencing her, and told her it was hers if she wanted it. A huge smile broke out over her beautiful face as she nodded and nearly dropped the crown from her head. We laughed as I told her that she had to learn to nod without nodding when she had that thing on top of her gorgeous head. It was the kind of thing you never really got used to with some of the older crowns, and I was grateful that some of them were designed in this century and they fit better. The crown I had given to Melissa was my great-grandmother’s.

Having so many voices inside your head at once can be daunting, especially if you don’t know how to block them out. ‘Welcome to the pack, beautiful.’ ‘Thank you,’ She whispered into our mind-link. Once Anja was back with me, I turned and retrieved the crown of the Queen – one my mother wore once upon a time. The crown I wear is large, platinum, and engraved with wolves howling to the moon. Anja’s is smaller and encrusted with white and clear jewels, perfect for my mate. Goddess, it makes her lightly tanned skink glow! As I placed it upon Anja’s head, her eyes closed for a moment, allowing the crown’s power to fill her veins.

He forgot to breathe for a second. “You’re not pathetic. You’re beautiful and kind. A kind heart can never be ugly and pathetic. You don’t need a tiara to be a fairy or a crown to be a Queen. A queen wears an invisible crown, she’s strong but kind-hearted. She has the power to turn pain into power. Your courage is your crown, wear it like a queen,” he said and placed the rustic crown on her head. He stepped back, looked at her one last time, and went from there but little did he know, he touched her soul, without touching her.

It is layered, beaded, and so beautiful, a mix of satin and sequins, the stylists deserve a trip to Bali for this beauty, and for pulling it off so soon. "Oh my." Mom gasps when I am fully dressed. "Fuck." Elena and Alina chorus and I laugh. "I wish today was my wedding day, It's too beautiful a dress for the Ancestors." I confess, and they look at me wiuth affection. "Today can be whatever you want it to be." Selena says, handing me the crown. It's a continental tear drop silver rhinestone crown. I clean a tear off my eyes, because it is so beautiful, everything and everyone here are painfully beautiful, and I feel ugly inside for what I am about to start.

Feeling inexplicably nervous, Charlotte approached the trays, took a deep breath, and opened the first box. Inside lay a beautiful crown. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the style contemporary and fashionable. If Charlotte recalled correctly, this crown was one of the showpieces from a recent foreign auction, the 'Treasure of the World.' "This is..." Charlotte murmured, a mixture of amazement and surprise evident in her voice, "This is the 'Treasure of the World' crown?" Kingsley nodded and delicately placed the crown atop Charlotte's head. He gazed at her, his eyes serious as though he were beholding his most precious treasure.