Princess Peach Crown Template Novels & Stories

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

Princess Jiyanah was getting a littled bit annoyed with the slow movement of Méah's hand and opened the box herself. Upon removing the box's lid, Princess Jiyanah carefully took out a soft, pleasantly fragrant pale blue dress. As she spread it in front of Méah, its embroidered flower designs showed on its long, puffy sleeves, neck and waistline, until down the edge of the hemline. They were made of glossy threads of white and lighter blue shade that made it look elegant and outstanding despite its simplicity.

Axel moves from just to the side of me to be fully by my side, Alpha Isaac's young daughter walks up next and stops between us with a pillow in her hands and on that pillow is sitting a beautiful Crystal Crown, with the same flower and feather made up with the emerald and yellow diamonds around the bigger white diamond, It matches the Crystal Ring already on my finger. Axel turns slightly towards her and picks up the crown with both hands. I curtsy slightly and allow him to place it on my head. As soon as it is in place, I feel the same feeling run through me that did when he placed the ring on my finger. The only difference this time is it was followed by another sharp pain running through

The much-awaited day for Elen has arrived. This marks the second time she will meet the Duke of Windsor and her first encounter with the high priest. Rami and Rora were already tending to her clothes and hair, which would transform her into a little princess of Adelstein. She was dressed in a pink puff dress with two buns in her hair, complemented by pink shoes and a pink bunny bag. "Congratulations on becoming an official member now, my lady!" Rora exclaimed, her hands skillfully weaving through Elen's hair.

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

"There must be a misunderstanding. Please, just try to calm down." Bella let out a derisive snort, her eyes—heavy with gaudy eyeshadow—dripping with disdain. "Chief Surgeon? She’s just glorified labor. Who knows whose bed she crawled into to secure that title? She’s probably filthier on the inside than anyone else here." A moment later, Bella’s phone vibrated violently. Lorenzo’s name flashed across the screen. "Baby, my car is at the entrance. I brought your favorite cake."

she said, making a note without looking at me, "your next window is the eleventh through the fourteenth. Then the ninth of the month after, and the seventh of the month after that. I will have the full year's schedule delivered to your maids." She walked away down the hall, and I stood in my doorway in a robe that wasn't mine, in a wing that wasn't mine, in a life that wasn't mine, and I finally understood the trade I had made. Blackmoor would have made me a breeder in chains. The crown had simply upgraded the sheets. The physician came in two weeks. Not pregnant.

Well, indeed he was a fairy prince. That day, he wore a battle suit made of dragon scales and magic stones from a dragon's lair. His slender fingers occasionally held the hilt of the long thin sword pinned to his waist. His silver-purple hair, straight and shoulder-length, had been tied into a ponytail. His slender and tall body looked agile, moving lightly in the air. Even under the overcast sky, his figure looked so graceful and dazzling. Flower petals and leaves accompany each step as a form of protection, as well as Keefe's secret weapon.