She Got Crown I Got Cremated Novels & Stories

Four guards hoisted a massive golden broadsword into view. It landed with a resounding thud on the stage, splitting the wooden floor. A gift from the Grim Reaper. "How's that for a showstopper? A grim reaper in solid gold?" My smile was serene, but my gaze was lethal. Dante clutched at his chest, his body slumping into the chair as he shook and pointed a trembling finger at me. "Damn you!" Marco, his face a mask of humiliation, snatched up the cake knife and lunged for me.

"Medical records, old associates, anyone who might remember more than Charles has been willing to share so far. Whatever the truth actually is, Elena, you deserve to finally know it completely, regardless of how many more uncomfortable revelations it requires uncovering." Elena leaned into him, exhaustion and grief and a fierce, renewed determination all tangling together as she stared down at her mother's final, defiant letter, understanding, with sudden clarity, that the crown she'd spent two months fighting to reclaim had roots considerably deeper and more complicated than she'd ever allowed herself to imagine. Her mother had fought this same battle once, decades earlier, and paid for tha

"How I know isn't important. What's important is what you promised me." Back in college, crammed together in that basement, Cora held my hand and said, "Allen, once I'm rich, we'll go see the northern lights. They symbolize eternal love." I waited ten years, only for her to take someone else in the end. The sound-activated light came back on. Cora looked wretched under the harsh white glow.

Catalina had a copy of the entry photograph from the gallery wall. Age sixteen. The cemetery on the day of Iris's funeral. Aria in a black dress that was too big for her, her hair badly cut by a foster mother who had not known what she was doing. Aria standing alone at the graveside while a priest read words she did not hear. Catalina had been there. Behind a tree, possibly. From a distance. The photograph was grainy. But Catalina had been there. Aria's hands started to shake. "Damien."

A phone began vibrating inside the pocket of the dead guard lying near the courtyard entrance. One of Massimo's men retrieved it and handed it to him "Boss, there's a message." Massimo read it his expression changed. "What is it?" I asked He turned the screen toward us It was a photograph of a hospital record. Beneath the document was a message. DANTE: YOU HAVE FINALLY FOUND THE FIRST TWO. NOW FIND THE THIRD. Another message appeared. THE REAL HEIR IS ALREADY INSIDE YOUR HOUSE. Massimo immediately raised his weapon "Lock down the entire compound!"

And I would do it right. “Cremation,” I repeated, my voice steadier this time. “She deserves to be free.” Even in death, she was not given peace. Her body, once full of warmth, of life, of love, was now nothing more than a grotesque display for that sick bastard’s amusement. My fists clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as rage bubbled beneath my skin. How dare he? How dare he rob her of her dignity even in death? It wasn’t enough that he had violated her in life, that he had broken her, reduced her to nothing but a shell of the woman she once was. No, he had to drag her beyond the grave, turn her into some twisted trophy to remind me, to remind the world, that he still held

There was a lining of pride in her undertone. “On this day, the day of the third lunar Circle.” She continued strongly. I felt goosebumps, accompanied by chills, reign all over my body and I believed it was the same for everyone. My mum’s hand rose high into the air towards Cayden’s head.. and then above it. The moment was magical. The Crown glistened as she lowered it down toward his head now. She smiled. “I crown you, KING OF THE CANINE REIGNS…” She placed the crown on his head… and then vehement cheerful shouts shot into the air and consumed the silence.

he cries bitterly, placing his forehead on hers and letting his tears flow freely. “I was the happiest today unstill now... I wish I could turn back the hands of time and today would never have to come.”Mckenny could only imagine the pain he was passing through. “It's time” he announced looking over to Greg who gave him a small nod. “Come” Mckenny holds him by the shoulder not sure he will be able to make it out of the room on his own two feet. The crowd gathered to walk off Karine was none other than the wedding guest. The priest walked in and the ritual of cremation was carried out.

the elderly doctor spoke as he handed her wedding ring to me. “Please be strong, I know it’s not easy…” I cut him short and peered inside the coffin and soon realised why I’d been presented with such a massive bill. Apart from the work done on her face and hair, the black suit which my mother wore was adorned with an expensive brooch, and a clip joining the other part. I bid the clinic staff farewell as the station wagon proceeded to the crematorium at Trans Amadi. ‘ She finally had peace at last,’ I thought. Less than thirty minutes later, I waited patiently in a small hall that resembled a shrine, as the cremains of a man was gathered in a small ceramic container, and handed over to his so

' Literally, I'm not the one who won, but her success is also my success and her pain is also my pain. I smirk seductively while praising Cornelia from afar. She have really made me proud with her sassy behavior. She was amazing, and I'm aware that she's also impatient like me… Waiting for the judges to get over with what they want to give her. When the crown was finally placed on Cornelia head, she jumped up in excitement but her happiness was soon cut short. She staggered backward and placed her hands on her chest before vomiting blood on her white elegant gown. My eyes on the other hand was wide open because this seems like a nightmare to me.