Rapunzel's Crown Ring

The crown is a story of a princess who has been raised differently from others like her. She was taught to hold a weapon in her hand and wield it against any threat that comes in her way. Soon, she is crowned to be queen, and instead of finding a king to lead the kingdom, she independently breaks tradition and leads her way. Until one day, she finds herself falling for someone that could shatter every bit of power she has. Will she let love conquer and lose her reign? Or will she let power continue to grow within her veins of the kingdom? (Note: this is still in progress and I may have a busy schedule but I am looking forward to what you all have to say about this story. Let me know and feel free to speak your mind out! They mean a lot to me!)

On her 21st birthday, as a college student with a limited amount of money, her best friend Alissa sent out 10 invitations to 10 billionaires hoping for a few little gifts and/or money. They received 7 gifts from 7 billionaires but 3 gifts were especially unique... The billionaires themselves, The Crown Brothers.

Emery Trigon was raised and trained far away from the royal capital under the tutelage of the Arcana, a secret organization working behind the shadows. Upon turning 20, she was sent to the capital of Silex to marry the king who did not show any interest in her at first. Not only will she hide her identity while protecting the king behind his back but she shall also be involved with the troubles brewing within the palace. And that included dealing with the favored concubine of the king. Things had even gone more awry when a princess showed up at the palace's doorstep. The trust that Emery worked hard for just to convince the king that she was no threat was shattered in a matter of seconds.

"You shouldn't be touching me." he growled, his voice low and ragged, every muscle beneath her nimble fingers felt the tremors of restrained power. The heat of his skin radiated through her gloves. "If I stop, you'll bleed out." His hand shot up, curling gently-but firmly around her wrist. His eyes, a shade of hellish red in the dim lights, locked onto hers. "No, doctor," he whispered, his lips forming a stern pressed line. "If you stop, it won't be the blood that kills me. It'll be the hunger." Dr. Eleanor Airlea never believed in myths-until the night a wounded stranger staggered into her veterinary clinic under a blood-red moon. The wolfs injuries should have killed him, but his body healed with a feral strength she couldn't explain. His piercing eyes, wild and magnetic, left her both terrified and captivated. Raphael is no ordinary man-he's a werewolf, royalty no less with a bloodline that binds him to the violent laws of his pack and the forbidden desire that burns whenever Eleanor is near. In a world where hunters stalk the night and betrayal lurks under every silver light, their passion becomes as dangerous as it is irresistible. She's the healer who should fear him. He's the predator who has set his eyes upon her. And when blood and desire mix under the next full moon, neither of them will be able to resist the pull of destiny. "I don't care what you are," she said, her pulse racing as she held his gaze. "You were bleeding. You needed me." His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Careful, doctor. Saving a wolf can make you his."

Katara has been a trained assassin since she was a kid, but when she is betrayed by her so-called partner she ends up dying. But to her surprise, she wakes up in the other world. She didn't know if God heard her prayers, but this time she had everything she wanted.  A loving family, a simple life, and she is an ordinary person. She's working as a maid of the duke, together with her mother. But when the daughter of Duke eloped with her lover, the duke didn't have any other choice but to make Katara a replacement for her daughter. And in exchange, he'll give her parents a good work and good life and help her mother with her treatment. Before the crown prince's coronation, the empire of Feronia held a Selection. Every noble's daughter is selected to marry the crown prince, the only thing Katara's mission is to be kept chosen by the prince until the duke's daughter returns. She needs to keep her profile low, and she needs to make the Prince fall in love with her so that the Duke Daughter will be sure to be the next Queen chosen.  At first, she thought making the Prince fall in love with her is just a simple thing, it was one of her expertise in her previous life. But when she discovered that the Prince is in love with someone else, everything became complicated. Not to mention, she discovered one thing from the duke that turned her world outside down. Lies, betrayals, and wickedness. Will she be able to live a normal life? or her being an assassin will always be in her blood? Wicked Crown

In my previous life, I was born at the stroke of a cold, pitch-black midnight on New Year's Day, an omen the old town whispered about. They called me a Deathbringer's child, destined to guide the souls of the stillborn to rest. From the age of six, I carried small coffins alone to the graveyard by the church, burying them in silence. Each time, when I reached into the velvet shroud that wrapped the tiny casket, I would find a golden coin resting inside. My mother sold those coins for money, buying my brother a grand mansion, while leaving me behind in the crumbling family house to keep doing the work. No one expected the world of Haunts to descend. However, those coins turned out to be tokens of command, keys that bound the Haunts of the apocalypse to my will. With them, I became the Empress of the End, feared by all, ruling with every resource at my command.

Ayla has always been told by her mother that she should be different, not just because she is very unfeminine, or because her ways of acting and speaking are, as we might say; unrestrained and unfiltered; goes beyond the personality she imposed years ago. Marin went through a lot of things a little girl shouldn't, like seeing her father executed in the middle of a public square. Since that time Ayla has closed herself off from the world by setting standards for herself, putting walls in her heart and for love. For fear of losing someone she loves again, however, when being enlisted for a mind-blowing dispute where a royal position will be at the end as a prize, the girl sees herself accepting new challenges, and also finding love in a prince who shows so many scars like her.

The city sleeps under his dominion. He stands at the top of his tower, watching the skyline he built on corpses and contracts. A power play gone wrong leaves blood on his hands and a name on his conscience—the woman he was never meant to see again. Below, she moves through the city unseen, carrying evidence that ties him to a crime buried a decade deep. Their collision begins not with love, but exposure. She’s the variable that can end him—or save him from what he’s become.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

Three days before the wedding, the church called to inform me that my fiancé had changed the date. When I went to ask him why, I walked in on him throwing a bachelor party with his friends. "Samuel, this was the day Claire personally chose. Why would you suddenly change it?" someone asked. Samuel Gordon stubbed out his cigarette, looking utterly nonchalant. "Because that day happens to be Janet's birthday," he said. "I need to celebrate it with her." The room fell silent in shock. "Aren't you afraid Claire will find out and kill you? Have you forgotten what she did before?" At the mention of my name, Samuel gave an icy snort. "That was all in the past. Claire loves me to death now. She even took three bullets for me once, so how could she ever bring herself to hurt me?" I stood at the doorway, watching the snow fall behind me, and let out a long sigh. Five days later, he stood in an empty church, frantically calling my phone. "Did you forget? It's our wedding day!" "I didn't forget," I said. In another church, wearing a wedding gown, I was saying "I do" to another man.