Novel & Cerita Poppy Crown Trolls

] I stared at the screen, my smirk growing colder by the second. I showed up at the meet-up right on time, dressed down in a hoodie and jeans, my face free of makeup. Bennett's eyes sparkled when he saw me, and he beckoned, "Harriet, come sit here." He was flanked by a gaggle of girls gazing at him in awe. Among them was Sophia, the daughter of Cornwell, a notorious kingpin, another notch on his belt from a life I wanted to forget. I took a seat next to her. When Bennett ducked out for coffee, I leaned over to Sophia, "So, what's your take on Bennett?"

"Tonight. Before I lose courage. Before I remember all the reasons this will fail." "You will not go alone," Kael said firmly. "We go with you." "That is suicide. Five people entering an army of millions? They will kill you immediately." "Or they will listen," I said. "Because we are not just five people. We are the Broken Crown. The ones who freed reality. Some in that army might remember. Might question their choice to return to slavery." "Most will try to kill you," New Lyra warned. "Most things try to kill us," Rhett observed. "We are accustomed to it."

My fingers brushed the animal's coat while I adjusted the bandage, and instead of snapping, he exhaled a hot, shuddering breath, his nose nudging barely against my flexed elbow with his dagger like teeth still hidden behind binds. I stumbled back, ripping off my gloves as it's head was held fully steady. Crimson eyes locked with mine, and an abrupt thought settled in my mind. An image I couldn't shake: those crimson eyes, not in a wolf's face, but on a beautiful man's. "This is insane" I walked towards the door while it bowed his head to rest, too calm for a predator. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

Alpha Demian was back on his seat, on the ugly piece of furniture which now replaced the throne, waiting rather impatiently for the warriors to return with the crown. A sudden shift in the direction of the crowd some minutes later, announced the arrival of the warriors and the Beta. Alpha Demian rose up abruptly from his seat, with a somewhat relieved expression about him at the sight of the crown which was carefully held by Oliver. With a signal from Alpha Demian, Kyle intersected the Oliver, and retrieved the crown from him. He presented the crown to Alpha Demian who had resumed his sitting position, and after turning the crown over to see that everything was still intact. He waved at the

The murmurs started before I even reached the tavern—sharp, jagged whisper that made my ears burn. When I pushed through the heavy doors of Poppy’s, the silence was instantaneous. Poppy was behind the bar, polishing a pewter mug with a ferocity that suggested she was already spoiling for a fight. When she saw me, a wicked, delighted grin spread across her face. "There she is!" Poppy crowed, loud enough to make the three old wolves at the corner table jump. "The woman who brought the crown prince to his knees without even breaking a sweat." "Poppy, please," I hissed, rushing through the kitchen door to hide. "It wasn't like that."

His voice rings out over the courtyard, and everyone begins cheering. “Our Princess, your future Queen, has been the catalyst that has put the prophecies into motion. You have all seen how she healed Dominic." He says, gesturing to Dominic standing regally on his other side. "You have all probably heard that GoldMoon has blessed our Princess. But you may not know that through her kindness, she befriended the trolls and when she was attacked by Lorelai’s soldiers, she called on the trolls and they answered her call.” The cheering gets even louder and I’m getting more and more embarrassed. I didn’t know this announcement was going to be about me specifically.

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.

The way the twins were so determined to make her happy. Jaxon slid a plate of pancakes in front of Brielle. “Eat,” he murmured. “You’re going to need strength.” Brielle gave him a look. “For the craft chaos?” “For parenting twins,” he corrected. Rose suddenly held up the crown with a proud gasp. “It’s done!” Lily clapped. “Mommy crown!” The crown was… something. It was slightly crooked. Completely covered in glitter. A little damp from too much glue. There were stickers attached that said “#1 MOM” and “SUPERHERO” and one sticker that just said “WOW.”

I quickly cleaned off the water that was on my body with my towel and quickly began to wear my clothes. I took a yellow body hug crop top and a jean trouser that left my belly button visible. Just as I was about picking up my phone, my phone began to ring and I saw Celine was the one calling. Hey Babe Hi Elena. Did you just see Stefan's Post?? Yes why?? Can't you see clearly that he doesn't even remember you? I mean he is very happy, and you are bent on making him jealous which I can say is the most stupid thing I have ever done.