She Got Crown I Got Cremated Novels & Stories

' 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.

"Doesn't matter if it's ten grand or five hundred—just make sure I'm cremated. Throw in some glitter with the ashes. Girls like sparkle." I grinned. "Since cremation's free now, let's splurge on dresses. Princess gowns. I never got to wear one. "Make them white. Wedding-dress white. Can't be worse than the one Pedro designed. Actually—never mind. You won't get my taste. I'll pick myself." My shaky fingers swiped across the tablet. Stopped on a gown. "This one. Looks a lot like the one Pedro made. That way... he'll recognize me when it's his turn."

Mission accepted. My jewellery is onyx and silver, dark and glossy against my skin. Finally, Mum places the black crown gently on my head. It’s made of delicate metal vines and onyx stones, shaped to look like it grew right out of the shadows. And it completes me. I don’t just look like a queen—I look like his queen. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Mum says, adjusting the crown like she’s placing it on actual royalty. “Caden’s going to pass out.” “Good,” I smirk. “Let the man suffer.”

"All right. I'll go first. I'll come for you tomorrow morning." She slipped back into her spirit state. Disappointment flickered across her face, but she nodded. "Okay. You have to come." Dominic nodded and opened the car door for her out of habit. She stepped out, said goodbye, and walked into the funeral hall. Wails echoed through the air. She saw her own body laid out at the center and muttered, "Can't they just cremate me today?" She was probably the only person complaining that her cremation was taking too long.

Her skin glowed with marks he’d never seen before — swirling sigils blooming across her collarbones, arms, throat. The **crown** no longer sat on the pedestal. It circled her head in flame. And beneath her— The Reaper *burned*. Screaming. Writhing. Her illusion cracked open like an egg, revealing the withered, bone-bound vessel beneath. But even as her body failed— She smiled. --- **\[Reaper’s Final Moment]** “You think this power will save you?” she rasped, voice raw. “This crown is a cage. It will hollow you, too.”

Tara smiled in her head “ Did you just become arrogant after hearing you are getting married? Let me disappoint you Tara, the prince you are marrying is a nobody like you. Do you know what they call him? The cursed prince, the nobody prince of Vampiria. And when the battle of the throne starts, you and your prince will be the first to die because he's not powerful. Don't be so proud because you are just being used as bait for the peace agreement between our Kingdoms, and it's also the easiest way to discard you out of our royal family ” Flora spoke with mockery “ Is that all? Are you done blabbing? ” Tara asked again and this time the two women gasped loudly as they couldn't believe Tara was

How could I let his sacrifice be in vain? I pulled out my phone and opened the only unread message. I called the anonymous number without a second thought. … Stepping out of the funeral home with Dad's ashes, the sky opened up. I did not bother with an umbrella. The rain turned my wounds pale and raw, the chill seeping deep into my bones. However, my heart was already icy, just like the ashes I carried. Right then, the shrill roar of an engine sliced through the downpour. A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin.

I gazed into the mirror at the face staring back at me, far too young to look this haunted. The icy grip of the lake water still scorched my lungs, a chilling reminder of my past. My fingers brushed against my ghostly pale cheeks as my teeth chattered uncontrollably. God gave me a second chance at life, and I was dead set on turning Sebastian Vitale's world upside down. "Principessa," came a soft tap on the door, the voice of our head maid.

She knew I hated it when she called me Zee; she lost that right months ago when she decided to take everything that was mine. Karen and I used to be inseparable—best friends—until everything changed for the worse. When I lost my whole family in a rogue attack, the royal family scattered all surviving children across various regions, and I met her in culinary school. We instantly clicked, and we made a pact to be best friends forever. When I met Jeremy, and he claimed me, we moved here together, hoping she would find her mate here too. She switched from the sweet girl I grew up with into this monster I can barely recognise. Now she has taken everything from me, and she still won't stop tormen

Pavan went still. I put the paper down. "They told me she had caught the wasting sickness from the physicians' ward. Within ten days she was gone. I was away on the northern border. By the time I reached the palace she was already in the ground." I looked at my own hands. "I never saw her body. The Queen's household had it prepared. The Queen's household, Pavan. A woman who was not yet your father's wife." "Camille." "She was Elaza's cousin's friend then. A lady in waiting who laughed at the right jokes." I closed my eyes. "I thought her harmless."