Novel & Cerita Princess Peach Crown Template

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

Bernice glanced at me. The maid put on white gloves and carefully opened the box to reveal a crown. I blinked. It was the Crown I had never seen before. It has twelve water-drop-shaped pearls arranged neatly on the crown. On the top of each pearl is a perfectly cut heart-shaped diamond. The base of the crown is silver with rings of olive-leaf-shaped crystals. In the light of the Sun, it is holy and elegant like the Crown of our moon goddess. Bernice was so pleased with the crown that the satisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

M O N G R E L 🌷 "The Princess of Elamite is not allowed to walk out there without her crown," Arianna's gaze zeroes in on the platinum crown in his hands. It had platinum swirls that formed into leaflets and flowers, that made out of the royal blue sapphires and diamonds. "But I've never worn it," asked Ana, still mesmerised at the sight of the crown.

She manage to nodded her head but blurred memories is still bothering her. "What will be the next theme?" She ask when she remember that they have five stages till they get into the finals. "I was thinking about flowers." Then Prince Caspian look at her. That made Peach think. "Oh, man. I don't know if that will suit me." Her appearance is not that lady like. "Where is your confident over yourself?" He ask. Peach roll her eyes. "What I meant is that I will need to change my look so flowers would fit in me."

There was a marker stain on the shoulder now. Behind him, Isabella Maria Gómez ran as fast as her short legs allowed, dark brown hair in two pigtails already lopsided, pink dress with “Princess of Everything” on the front flaring dramatically. Her hazel eyes blazed, little hands clawed forward. The plastic purple crown was in Max’s hand. “YOU’RE NOT A KING, YOU’RE A POTATO!” Issa shrieked. “Give me back my crown! It’s mine!”

She finally asked the question that the moon goddess had wanted her to ask for a long time. "I just wanted to give it to you" Moon goddess raised her hand, and out of thin air, a crown started forming in her hand. It is the same colour as Ryan's and has the same whitish-blue crystal between it. It is delicate and elegant, but still, Aadhya can feel the power radiating from it.

The reason wasn't quite clear, but she knew that Tine would tell her. Walking up to Tine and Mira, the Clutch Elder asked Tine if it was time. He nodded. The Elder turned and bowed the Eastern Emperor. Shiwen turned and lifted the pillow resting on the table close by them. Carrying the pillow over to Raptor, he nodded and Raptor reached out and lifted the clothe revealing the dragon king's crown from Mira's dream. At her gasp, Raptor turned at placed the crown on Tine's head and bowed to him and stepped away. Next came Mira's mother, Lady Amethyst and Meiying. This time Amethyst was carrying a pillow very similar to the one that Meiying's father had carried. It was time to crown the new Clu

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

“Let’s open it together.” “No.” His tone was razor-sharp. “I’ll open it. You stay behind me.” He lifted the velvet covering slowly. Inside the box lay a single object. A crown. Silver. Narrow. Elegant. Laced with obsidian and moonstone. Crafted with sickening care. It was delicate, unmistakably shaped for a woman. A queen. Aria’s breath caught. Kaelen snarled—a sound so vicious the very air seemed to recoil. Attached to the crown was a small rolled parchment. Kaelen snatched it and unrolled it. His hands shook as he read it aloud:

Rosana places it atop Celia’s head and throws her a wide smile. “ Your crown is a symbol of your identity, Princess. Always wear it when you go out. ” She whispers, fixing it over her hair. “ Pretty Princess. ” Celia shakes my hand that is clenched between her small palm. “ Yes, Baby Princess. ” A smile spreads on my lips as I glance down at her. Her clear, grey eyes peer up at me. “ Do I need a crown to be a proper Princess? ” A warm sensation spreads in my limbs. I crouch in front of her and tilt the crown, to settle it atop her head.