Crowns Quotes Novels & Stories

This time I wasn't near either of those people however, I was on a train, heading back home. They had posted a picture of two people. The man was older, with grey hair and a grey beard. He wore a military uniform and had a golden crown on his head. His wife was about the same age, though she still had some brown mixed in with her hair. She wore a modest, royal blue dress, and had a silver crown on her head. I scrolled down and started reading the article.

Ciel continued. “If they stand behind you, protect them. If they stand beside you, respect them, and if they stand against you, defeat them." Jarvis proceeded. Kaizen slowly approached her; he hooked a hand under her chin and lifted her face to look him in the eyes. Brown met Crimson. “Always remember this, Roxanne.” “What?” She whispered. “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

My crown, wherever it was cracked. I felt it as if it were part of me, as if the metal and jewels were extensions of my own body. The sound echoed in my skull not heard, but felt, a vibration that went straight to my bones. The crown had been more than decoration, more than symbol. It had been anchor, tether, the thing that kept me grounded in who I was supposed to be. Now it was breaking, and I was breaking with it.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

No one who wears a crown is ever safe.” ~ George R. R. Martin (Mateo) My mind was whirring as I walked out of my room with Vera. I had been thinking about the crown for a while, but I thought maybe I could get the name from Vera. But whoever it was, he had been playing a very careful game.

The crown isn’t just settling now. It’s waking up.

“With jewelry on it. And a large golden symbol sitting like a crown on top.” Someone muttered, “She thinks we crowned the tree.” I crossed my arms. “And do not pretend the candy canes are harmless. They are spears. Sweet spears. Weapons disguised as sugar.” A warrior whispered thoughtfully, “She is not wrong. They do get sharp.” “Please do not encourage her,” Lucian said dryly as he appeared from nowhere like a mildly annoyed spirit. He folded his arms. “Aveline, be honest. Why do you react like you are under attack every time you see a wreath.”

“And she’s all ours. Here we come, Manhattan.” “What do you think of Desmond and Shawn’s crowns? I had them custom-made so no one doubts we are all together,” Brandon says. His eyes darken as he stares at me possessively, then glances at Desmond and Shawn. I shiver in response, my cheeks warming up a bit. “They’re nice,” I say, taking a good look at Desmond and Shawn’s slimmer but still beautiful golden crowns. Desmond chuckles. “We’ll wear them with pride.”

she asks, chin at the crown. “Like a hand,” I say. She studies me, the way only mothers can. “You know the secret,” she says at last. “Crowns don’t make you bigger. They remind you of your size.” “I thought the secret was always to keep cash and thread,” I say. “That too,” she replies, smiling. Then her face turns serious, and her voice drops so only I can hear it. “If you ever feel alone under it, remember the hands under you.”