Novel & Cerita Poppy Crown Trolls

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

Nyx rearranged his ragged clothing. A large troll made his way through the crowd to the front. “Ah, it is you,” he rumbled in a voice like two millstones grinding against each other. The trolls looked quite similar to one another, but this one was definitely Raviva. “I remember you... Don’t tell me...” “Colin,” I said. Nice to know my ability to make a strong first impression hadn’t deserted me. Still as anonymous as ever. “You know, the leader.” “Of course,” said Raviva. “I knew that. You match the description Flossie gave perfectly. Like you’re permanently shitting yourself. You must be feeling apprehensive about being surrounded by so many trolls.”

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"

White socks with a bit of lace, just princess enough without screaming festival. When I brought them out, Poppy tilted her head. “Is that… boring?” “It’s classic,” I corrected. “You’ll look like a well-behaved child.” “I’m not well-behaved,” she said. “I’m Villain Glitter Princess.” “Exactly,” I nodded. “Which is why you have to pretend.” She weighed that logic, then nodded slowly. “Okay. But I still want to wear a crown.” “A small crown,” I bargained. “The silver one, not the giant gold one with LED lights.”

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

The man said and the leader turned away from her to face his subordinate. Seeing the blank signed check stamped with the renowned Robertsons' family seal, the leader, named Bobby, snatched it from the other man as his eyes shone with greed. He didn't knew how this wench got such a huge luck, but Bobby already had a brilliant idea in his head. With a woman as this with such a luck, he could always find her whenever he needed such easy cash again. He grinned with delighted mischief as he turned to face Loki again. Reaching out his hands, Bobby pulled her up to a sitting position, his renowned mischievous smile still on display.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

Roxie suddenly felt like she was amid hungry predators as a weird and uncanny atmosphere befell the room; the men had wicked glints in their eyes and the girls looked like they were ever ready to jump into a burning flame just to be crowned as the so-called Luna Queen. What was a Luna Queen? Roxie had no idea but whatever the title was, these girls looked like they were ready to kill for it. Seemed she was the only one kidnapped after all. “For tonight, have fun, drink, and eat, and then let the rituals begin!” He declared and the crowd cheered in applause and suddenly, his dark eyes were meeting Roxie across the room, her breath hitched and she suddenly wanted to hide at the smirk that occu

And when she noticed that most of them were already on the verge of being drunk, she started her mission to make them answer her queries. “Thorine Kingdom is really a great place! The king and queen are doing a great job in making the kingdom a paradise for everyone,” she claimed. “That is exactly what I feel!” one of the drunk men agreed. He even initiated another toast for everyone but only Gabriel did not lift his mug.