She Got Crown I Got Cremated Novels & Stories

My twin sister Celeste and I shared the same face, but little else. She believed in forgiveness. I believed anyone who hurt her should pay. Three years ago, Celeste was set to marry Adrien, Crown Prince of Valeria. But an old succession law forbade identical twins from both retaining legal identities once one entered the royal bloodline. So I chose my sister. My parents staged my death, erased Cassandra Montclair from public records, and promised to protect Celeste after I disappeared. I left her my fortune and the Crescent Guard, then vanished to the northern border. I believed my death had bought her safety. Then our dormant twin bond suddenly returned—and pain told me Celeste was being to

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

Eddie deadbolting the door was his malice, but when you chose not to care whether I lived or died… That was your choice. She shook her head, sobbing. "No… I was deceived by his lies, Victor." I let out a soft laugh. It was a quiet, barely audible, but it made her heart turn cold. "That plane was from my late father. Everything in the master suite belonged to him. You knew that, didn't you?" Her face paled.

"And my dear, theatrical niece? How did she greet the continental stage?" "Exactly as you predicted, my Lord," Marcus replied, a cruel, sycophantic smirk bleeding into his tone. "She arrived in a massive display of defiance. She completely ignored the Vanguard Alpha’s escort and publicly reclaimed her identity as the Blood Moon Heir before the High Assembly. The entire press corps and the nobility are completely distracted by her arrogance." My smile broadened, a dark, vibrating chuckle bubbling up from the bottom of my chest. "Perfect. Arrogance is such a beautiful, heavy shroud for a dying woman," I murmured, swirling the dark red liquid in my glass.

On the night of the full moon, my wolf recognized Alpha Caine as my mate. But he claimed he couldn't feel our bond. Instead, his wolf recognized his childhood sweetheart, Sera, as his mate. "Evelyn, you'd lie under the Moon Goddess's watch just to become Luna?" The entire pack sided with their Alpha, calling me shameless. I looked at the people who had depended on me just to keep food on their tables, and my heart went cold. "None of you believe me?" "You weren't born into Frost Fang. We knew you had an agenda!" "You worked yourself to the bone from the moment you came here. So this was all about stealing the Luna title!" "You already have Alpha blood in your veins. Who knows? Once you becom

Grabbing a pair of her combat apparel, she went for a bath at a nearby underground spring and found the other assassins who were either covered in dirt or blood. “The queen came! Hah! I won the bet!” Secora exclaimed and raised her fists up in the air. “Imma have five gold coins from you.” “Tsk. I thought the king would surely delay her a day or two,” Cataleena mumbled as she tied her red hair in a bun before dipping into the water. Emery started to undress as well. Shaking her head, she stated, “I cannot believe that while I fought my way back here, you would be making bets like this is gambling.”

asked Cynthia . " You aren't your soul is ." said the crown softly . " Am ...I ...Am i dead , is this heaven ." asked Cynthia fearfully . She can't be dead , she didn't want to be dead , she wanted to stay there , she didn't want to die too young , she had to live her life .It was just a week before that she started enjoying her life . " You aren't dead but yes this is heaven ." answered back the crown . " I ...I don't get ...anything ...What am i ?" Cynthia asked her eys filling with tears .

Ending the chant they quietly raised their right hands on which they wore white ribbons. The ribbons burned and their ashes drifted towards the sky. "May the soul of our queen rest in peace." The crowd of people chanted as the coffin lifted and flew towards the graveyard, burying itself in the ground. Dad looked at me, motioning me to step forward. "Jane Daunter James, May your soul rest in peace" I raised my hand and the white ribbon that was knotted on my hand was burned. The royal court crier stepped forward and placed the crown on my head.

She looks like a crazy woman! I laughed then left our room. That’s what she gets for messing with me. I give them what they deserve. In her death, I will definitely remove her scalp until her skull is already seen. That’s gross but I don’t care! She pulled my crowning glory! ***

She asks, setting the pillow on the table and carefully lifting the tiara. “Because it was my mother’s. My crown for my coronation crown will be a replicated mix of both her’s and my father’s crowns.” I explain, the sisters looking surprised for a moment. With my hair finished by Millia, Clarice carefully places the tiara on top of my head, her eyes scanning me from head to toe as she backs away. “We understand. Our mother died when we were little and both Clarice and I wear a necklace each that we inherited from her.” Millia smiles as she stands beside her sister, her eyes also scanning me from head to toe.