Novel & Cerita Flower Crown Drawing

So, they're still not coming to a resolve, I guess? I stopped in front of it. And my mind almost explodes upon seeing another crown. Half part of it was made of thorns. Who is it, Jesus!? Why is this have crown again!? Is she addicted to crowns!? What the fuck!? I massaged my temples and calmed myself. I stared at the painting. Must be a tough work. The lines were so thin. It looks like threads. Jumbled. Knotted. Tied. And messed up. It looks creepy though. This abstract painting is full of meaning and creepiness. I'm getting goosebumps. Agape Clive is something more.

She had listened to all of my problems, had given me a tight hug, and told me not to worry my pretty head about it, because I was young and beautiful, and I was talented, so I would be just fine. She found the flower crown behind her desk. It was beautiful, filled with different greenery sticking out in different directions. So many different flowers were put in, and I didn’t know half of the names for them. But they were beautiful, the colors so amazingly vibrant. Both blue, yellow, red, purple, and pink colors shone at me. I crouched down slightly, making it so that she could place it on my head, which made us both laugh. **

The engagement ceremony Sebastian orchestrated for me was held at St. Mary’s Cathedral, the most august landmark in the city. White roses carpeted the streets for miles, every petal steeped in the sweet fragrance of absolute power. I wore a bespoke, hand-stitched lace gown, its voluminous train borne by six bridesmaids. Sebastian stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on me with unashamed fervor and devotion. Just as the priest was about to administer the vows, the heavy oak doors of the cathedral were flung open.

She thought no one would notice—even her father had said it looked beautiful. If her father, who’d been in jewelry for so many years, hadn’t noticed anything, what right did Amanda have to speak? “Benjamin, Amanda’s drawing style is so similar to G’s. But my design came from that time you and I went to the beach—remember? You made me a flower crown.” Jennifer’s voice was gentle; at that moment, she really did recall the lavender crown he had woven for her by the sea. Benjamin’s tone went cold. “I don’t remember.”

“Give me two minutes, I have a plan.” Sammy helps her arrange the branches artfully, then she places flowers over it, it looked like one of those Japanese floristry things, Ikebana. She’d even found some vine prunings with the leaves still green on them. It was structural, elegant and perfect. When she’s done, she steps back and nods, “Now that is fitting for the Queen’s Uncle.” Celine nods, and hugs Fi,

Moonlight streamed through the windows, adding a touch of sanctity to the illuminated temple. Tap, tap. The rhythmic footsteps of Crown Prince Kral resonated throughout the hall. His black hair was neatly groomed, accentuating his handsome features. His golden eyes were even more captivating under the glow of the candles. His tall figure exuded an imposing presence, emphasized by the crimson ceremonial robe. Today, Crown Prince Kral resembled a proud male lion, its mane flowing gracefully. Now, this arrogant lion descended from his lofty throne, crossed the long steps, and approached the delicate flower with the patience of a hunter. He slowly drew closer to Delia's carriage.

she asked. “I actually brought her drawing of the maiden in the portrait she saw but I cannot really assure you that it will help in this case.” Secora brought out a small scroll and spread it out on the table where everyone could see it. The three headmasters looked at the drawing for a few seconds before Headmaster Harriet grabbed it with one hand, crumpling it along the way, and threw it right on the floor. “What kind of drawing is that? It looks like a pig adorned with bullshit!”

“Now the secret to making a flower crown is to be very gentle with the flowers. There should be a frame you want the crown to be in, like a shape you want it to have. If all the flowers fall off the frame, then you just have the frame and not a flower crown. Luna Scarlett seems like a jasmine kind of gal, so you can have a jasmine at the center, standing proudly above the rest and waiting to be accompanied by the others. You can freestyle when you’re at this point, try to do whatever you feel comes naturally to you, but to be safe, start with the larger flowers converging towards the center. They should border the jasmine on both sides….

giving her another smile, Ciel climbed down the tree house. Roxie watched as he walked away, then she glanced back at the moon and placed a hand over her chest. Was there really a wolf residing inside of her? Ciel was right, the moon was really a special phenomenon because the longer she stared at it, the more she felt something else beating in her chest.

Drezic came around behind him and gently lifted him so he was above his aunt and had easier access to put it on. “Thanks Dad.” Tasrin spoke as he ran around to the side. The beautiful green stems of the flowers made the base of the crown and connecting pieces as the purple and yellow flowers gave it color. “Well how does it look?” Rosalie asked with a smile. “You are way to pretty to adorn something I have made.” Tasrin spoke as his jaw dropped. Rosalie giggled happily as she gently touched it with her finger. With magic she set it in almost like glass as it did nothing but sturdy the crown.