Crown Me Gorgeous Novels & Stories

That alone is so much more. “Have I ever told you how those golden eyes of yours make you shine out?” I ask and she sucks in a breath still staring at me with widened eyes. “You could be in a crowd of people and you will always stand out, your beauty is...fuck, I can’t describe it, you make heads turn when you walk and this dress you’re wearing, it makes you look like the fucking queen. Forget the damn crown, you are the kingdom, baby.” She inhales sharply, her cheeks crimson red.

A trembling attendant carried a black and gold crown embedded with rubies onto the altar. Ares struggled to his feet. He wiped the blood off his hands and made to take the crown. "Estella, I-I will crown you. It's my honor, and the Thunderhowl pack's sincere—" "That's unnecessary," I coldly interrupted as I took the crown from the attendant's hands. "I don't need you to give me my power. I certainly don't need your filthy hands to crown me either." Under everyone's gaze, and before this ex-Alpha, I steadily placed the crown symbolizing absolute power upon my own head.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and, amid her frightened screams, quickly snipped it into a ruined mess. She shrieked, "My hair!" I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you say you wanted to ruin my face earlier? To the point that no werewolf will ever look in my way again?" Julia's eyes snapped wide as color faded from her face. She tried to scramble back in terror. I took the crown box and opened it slowly right in front of her. The silver crown glittered under the lights, a cruel contrast to how disheveled and pathetic she looked.

She stops in front of me and stretches it over, rocking on her feet and practically beaming as she croons. “Isn’t it pretty?” I direct my gaze to what she has in her hands and my heart melts the moment I see it. “Awwnnn Maya. It’s so pretty.” It’s a flower crown, and it looks so stunning…. I can't even imagine the amount of work that must have gone into making it. There’s a large jasmine in the middle, the white petals firm and fragrant and the light green pods like stems crafted from a diamond. Every flower has been placed with care and wow…

People tonight had vowed to be ready to lay their lives if she asked and she was now beginning to feel the gravity of all of this. She took a deep breath and removed the delicate-looking feminine crown from her head. She held it in front of her as it reflected lights from somewhere and was a perfect representation of how strong and beautiful a woman could be, she could be magical and powerful and complex yet look delicate and charming and mesmerizing. The crown was everything she hoped and needed to become to embrace this new role she had accepted.

As the class gathered for their project presentations, James and Anne took the stage first, ready to share their research on the Silver Moonflower. Standing tall and elegant, they began their presentation with confidence. “Good morning, everyone! Today, Anne and I will be presenting our project on the Silver Moonflower,” James announced, his voice clear and authoritative. “This rare and mystical flower holds deep significance in werewolf folklore and mythology.”

And it was none other than Kylo who had just walked up to join them. "I think you would make all these dresses extremely stunning. I mean, they obviously need you for their shine to be completely out." He said with a small smile as he crossed his hands behind him. "But I also think your elegance, your strength, your allurement and your beauty would align perfectly with this dress. You're a gorgeous woman, my lady." He said and Loki glanced at him speechlessly, taking in his features properly for the first time while she wondered why he seemed to keep crossing boundaries with her.

Then, he asked her, “May I ask how old are you?” “I just turned sixteen the other week,” Clarissa responded. “Belated happy birthday then! You are simply perfect. You are the one I have been looking for – a precious gem and a gorgeous model. And someday, you will be our future beauty queen,” Bamby expressed himself happily. “But, why me?” Clarissa sought an explanation. “Why? Well, sweetheart, has somebody told you that you looked like that former Spanish Miss Universe, Ampara Muñoz?” Bamby said.

I shifted, barely, and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “Where am I…” “You passed out,” Dante said, his voice low and coaxing. “I brought you back to your room.” How convenient of him to leave out the part where his beloved wife drugged me and tried to kill me. “Did everyone vote yet?” I asked. Dante dragged a chair closer to the bed. “Harper, will you vote for me? I’m just as capable as Dante—better, even. I have real potential. And I promise this: once I’m elected Don, you’ll remain the Donna of the Moretti. Every right, every privilege—you’ll keep them all.”

Curiosity winning me over, I slowly open the box. My hands started sweating. I knew I was intruding, but I needed to lay my hands on it. Finally, taking the lid off, I stare at what was inside. A ruby crown laid beautifully. It looks like it’s been untouched. Putting my hand in, I caress the edges with my fingertip. Slowly and leisurely. Once again, I look at the entrance. I didn’t want anyone to see me after what I was about to do, so carefully, I hold the crown and take it out of the box.