Novel & Cerita Crowns Quotes

Then the warrior looked directly at him. Straight into his eyes. "The Crowns weren't created to give power." Thomas frowned. "What?" The Keeper closed his eyes. Like he already knew where this conversation was heading. Then the warrior continued. "The Crowns were created to stop him." Silence. Absolute silence. The words hit harder than any explosion. Harder than any revelation. The Crowns. The sacred artifacts. The symbols of hope. The treasures people had died protecting. They weren't gifts. They were weapons. Then Rowan whispered:

If this would quench whatever little flame we had. Heavy is the head that wears the crown—and this crown could turn too heavy for me.

Kevin raised his brow, folding his arms on his chest, “this can cost you your crown, you know that?” I looked at Adrian sharply, this same crown was the reason he went ahead with the bet, what is it going to be now that it had been mentioned? Adrian smiled at me, and without looking at Kevin, he said the most precious words I have ever heard, “you can have the crown Kev, I have a better one, right here in my arms.”

Not for anyone. Not for anything. Not even for a crown.

He called out to the crowd, "This is my daughter, the Harlow family's Principessa. Today's her birthday, and her fiancé, the Marshall family's head honcho, is here to whisk her away!" Bennett gave a respectful bow, "Father, I'll spend my life safeguarding the bond between the Harlows and the Marshalls." I approached, ignoring Bennett, and addressed my father with a frosty tone, "Mr. Harlow, is this really the place for such a conversation?" Father let out a scornful laugh that echoed through the space, "What's there to talk about? The honor of having the Marshall family's big shot taken away by the law?" I whipped out my phone and hit play on a recording.

"And come on—even the servants at his estate dress better than you. Who gave you such confidence?" I never cared how much my clothes cost, as long as they were comfortable. I just didn't expect that one day, this would be used against me. "Sorry, I'm not into proving my worth with designer labels. That's usually what people with low self-esteem do!" I snapped coldly. "Considering Falcon willingly grew up with you, I guess he's no better." After all the drama she stirred, I had lost all interest in picking out a crown. I grabbed a silver-white crown off the display and turned to the clerk. "Wrap it up. I'm paying."

He’s already topnotch as a fighter, I can’t believe he is annoyingly intelligent too. I just don’t praise him because his ego is already big enough. “Heavy wears the crown, sir,” I approached him and brushed his hair with my fingers while I sat beside him, “Ironically, you don’t even wear your crown,” I tapped his forehead. “It’s tacky and weird,” he huffs and craned his neck to my direction. “You’re aware that the crown can feed an entire kingdom when sold, yeah?” I chuckled. “Yeah, yeah,” he shrugs, “I just think it’s corny. Everyone knows I am their Alpha, anyway. No need to wear a crown declaring that.”

Elena kissed her forehead and whispered the promise she’d made countless times before. “No one is going to hurt you. No matter the cost.” This time, she knew exactly how high that cost might be, and that she was already paying it.

Four guards hoisted a massive golden broadsword into view. It landed with a resounding thud on the stage, splitting the wooden floor. A gift from the Grim Reaper. "How's that for a showstopper? A grim reaper in solid gold?" My smile was serene, but my gaze was lethal. Dante clutched at his chest, his body slumping into the chair as he shook and pointed a trembling finger at me. "Damn you!" Marco, his face a mask of humiliation, snatched up the cake knife and lunged for me.