Princess Peach Crown Template Novels & Stories

Prince Steel asked while disgustedly picking the pieces of stuff. "If you had any other idea now then we can change it, but if you hadn't just shut up!" Pheia said irritatedly since when she collected these things, Prince Steel got no other things to do but to pester her like he does not deserve being vegetative because he is a handsome prince. Earlier as Pheia gathered her things, she collected brown eyebrow pencil for creating false crease lines, white powder for creating a pale-like face, white tendrils of hair, and pieces of cotton and brown make-up. All these are used so Prince Steel can become an old vegetative person.

pins shaped like paint palettes • Combat boots with a tiara sketch for social media I stared at the list for a long time, the corner of my lips twitching into a small smile. It was unconventional. It was chaotic. It was me. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough. My phone buzzed. Liam: Still thinking about prom queen? Because I found a shop that sells silver crowns with little skulls on them. Very you. I laughed. Zara: I’ll let you know once I survive the trauma of trying on dresses. A beat later: Liam: I can help. I promise not to mock you too much. Unless you wear ruffles.

My bare feet pressed into the soft moss, each step swallowed as though the forest itself were conspiring to hold me in place. From the darkness, a shape emerged-massive, elegant, terrifying. Crimson eyes pierced the dimness, luminous and aware. Not a man, not yet. But not merely a wolf either. Zevrael. The predator I had stitched together, the creature I had seen dissolve into man, now took form in the wild. His fur shimmered faintly, a strange light reflecting off the shadows, and even in that form, there was a majesty that struck me to silence.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

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.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

The moment she said Caleb’s name, I felt this squeezing pain in my chest. “You know what I will start calling you Moon Princess. It is more fitting after all.” Mel spoke before I had a chance to comment on anything. Still stuck on what I felt when Mel said Caleb’s name, I looked away from her. My gaze moved around the room, trying to hide what was going on in my head. I wasn’t seeing her office though, my mind was in too much chaos to be able to focus.

Anastasia didn't have the time to think and get flustered over her kiss with Kai because as soon as she got to the maids quarters, Madam Felicia came in, ordering the maids to different works. The Princess of Bassy is set to arrive in two days time and everywhere must be perfect for her arrival. The day suddenly became hectic, no room to joke or play. It was work over here, work over there. The atmosphere was light, everyone has been anticipating for the day thier future queen would arrive in the kingdom. Everyone has been curious, what does she really look like? Is she white as snow as people said? Or she's honey skinned? Is her lips red as rose? Her hair long and beautiful like that of Aph

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

He did not want to further press her or else, it would make her raise her guard and once that happens, it would be hard to monitor her in the future. After a while, Emery came out fully clad in a silver-colored armor with intricate etchings and designs that gave it a sense of elegance and beauty. The breastplate was a perfect fit on her chest, with ridges and curves that follow the contours of her body. Anyone who would look at her would surely want to gaze upon her charismatic aura… At least, that was what the prince thought. On the left part of her breastplate was the phoenix emblem of the empire that seemed to still burn in glory.