Inori From Guilty Crown Novels & Stories

A few tears welled up in her eyes, but she kept her face straight. "Next up, Miss Miara Daloré." She announced. I had not once spoken to Miara, because she was one of the domestic girls that treated me like dirt. Miara was not able to conjure up the same dignity as Violet and burst out into angry tears, throwing around the most polite curses I had ever heard of. I now understood why Gwen had arrived with guards today, who gently removed Miara from the room. "And lastly, Lady Rosine." Gwen announced. This seemed to shock most of the domestic girls, as well as Rosine herself. She took it better than her predecessor though, and just took one calming breath.

It's the first time I met someone who looks that much dominating. *********************************************************** The next day Author's pov Orni was in the trial room of her school and getting ready with her team. Just in a few moments, the host will announce their name and they have to present a classical dance in front of the guests. Orni is wearing the glass bangles when she noticed those fingerprints around her wrist. The whole night she couldn't sleep thinking about that creepy man and her date with Rohan didn't go very well. She was just nervous and her mind kept flashing that creepy man's face in front of her.

"We survive impossible situations by finding solutions no one else sees. This is no different." "This is completely different," Marcus said quietly. "Before, we were fighting external threats. Now we are fighting seeds embedded in innocent people. We cannot just destroy the infection—we destroy the person." A knock interrupted our circular argument. Lady Seraphine entered with a young woman I did not recognize. She looked terrified, ethereal, barely holding herself together. "This is Mora," Seraphine announced. "She is infected. She asked to speak with the Broken Crown directly." We all stood immediately. Through our cosmic awareness, I perceived the seed growing in Mora's chest—dark, parasi

Only enough to show uncertainty but not enough to show fear. “We still control the narrative,” Marcus said, and he could hear the desperation creeping into his voice now, could feel his grip on the situation slipping like sand through clenched fists. “The people still believe in moral corruption. They still believe that the crown has been compromised by degeneracy. All we need is...”

The last granddaughter of Sazali Fatir took the crown that was already covered in blood beside the man. "With this it's all over, Rocky Calais," Inori said firmly. The man did not respond and just lowered his head dejectedly. The wind stopped blowing. The atmosphere became quiet. However, the scream of a tomboyish girl suddenly broke the silence. “HEY, SIS ALISA!! SIS ALISA!!” Inori turned towards the source of the voice. A magical girl in a blue crop top and shorts and a white sailor hat was seen trying to wake up another girl in front of her. Seeing that, the princess immediately dropped her crown and ran towards the two of them.

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

Contessa stated as she strutted into the hall. Together with her were Amirah and Harriet, the other heads of the Arcana organization. Each of the three leads each group of the organization in accordance to the place where they were assigned to guard. Amirah was in charge of the western and northern parts of the Silex Kingdom. Contessa, on the other hand, was assigned to the southern and eastern places while Harriet kept her eyes on the peace and security of the capital city. Contessa stood in front of the assassins before unfolding the map of the Silex Kingdom on the wall where they could all see. At the western part of the kingdom was a red X mark on it.

Who would have thought the seemingly heartless, cold-blooded queen would one day offer her life for her half-sister? Was it her heartlessness, or had others failed to warm her heart? The man outside the palace gate stood for a long time. Finally, a calm word was heard, "Agree." Such a pleasant voice. Just like a long time ago. Elinor smiled in relief and decisively drank the wine. Blood trickled down her lips over her smooth skin, her body no longer able to support itself. Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates.