She Got Crown I Got Cremated Novels & Stories

I turned to see someone covered from head to toe. "And who are you?" I questioned. She removed the clothes from her head, "now do you still need to know who I am, young lady?" "Not young lady, Crimson is the name, Crown Princess Crimson," I sniff and wipe my eyes. "Still arrogant even in this situation just like the Queen," the old lady laughed, "alright Crown Princess Crimson, please step away so I can open up the chains." What does she mean, arrogant like the Queen? "Crown Princess Crimson," the old lady called again

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

I wiped my tears and whispered, "I'll always love you and your sacrifice wouldn't go in vain, I promise." I got up, straightening my dress and followed the driver towards the car. The driver shut the door when I got in and I looked over the cemetery. My eyes were fixed on the rose which looked more fresh than ever due to the raindrops falling over it like it wasn't going to wither away soon, but blossom more. It was a time for a new beginning as today was my coronation day. The day, I would officially be crowned as the Queen. * * * Two weeks later :

“But now… it looks like it was about you.” “And Haunter,” Candy added gravely. “That crown—it wasn’t yours. It was his.” I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. The same mate who’d rejected me… the one who still haunted my every breath… was now in a vision of the end. Wearing a cursed crown and standing over my dead body? “I need answers,” I said suddenly, standing up. Jimmy gave me a worried look. “And where do you plan on getting those? The pack library’s not exactly loaded with ‘How Not To Die From Your Frozen Goddess Curse’ manuals.”

“I told you — I don’t want the crown.” “Then your mother dies.” She drew a gun, pressing it to her head. Celeste froze. “You have a choice,” the woman said. “Take the crown, or watch her die.” “There has to be another way.” “There isn’t.” The gun clicked. “Decide.” Celeste’s thoughts raced. She heard footsteps below — Damien and her brother. Not close enough. “Fine.” Celeste lifted her hands. “I’ll do it.” The woman smiled slightly. “Smart girl.”

Quinn batted her eyes dramatically at Serena, who nodded calmly. “Sophia, I understand you’re grieving, but in our family, we bury our loved ones. Push him back right now,” Serena said tearfully, fixing her gaze on my hands gripping the gurney. I smiled faintly. All I needed was a gentle push, and Lannister would meet the flames. “Mom, cremation is the modern way. Besides, Lannister is already dead. He won’t feel anything anymore.” I subtly pushed the gurney forward.

"I don’t want a heavy crown.” “Oh, darling. I know that you don’t like it. But you’ll only wear it for a few minutes. Then, you can have a crown that you like.” He spoke so softly, like speaking to a child. She hummed and stretched on the bed. Then, she pulled the duvet over her naked chest. “Let’s make crowns from the golds that I had.” “From the payments of the people you killed?” “Yes,” She said. “I want it as my revenge, my King.”

I had to keep the name in check, I had to make sure the name doesn't get stained or get a bad review if it did, Vanessa was going to come for me like the name wasn't in the mud already. I rolled my eyes. Uneasy is the head that wears the crown… But your type of crown matters… My type of crown was made of thorns That would make me uneasy too!!!

She was crying. Not weak tears. The strong kind. The kind that say, I survived. I remembered. I rose. I stepped closer. Lifted the crown slowly. But instead of placing it on her head, I leaned down and whispered— "This isn't a gift. This is what they tried to steal from you. But I took it back. For us. For you. Now wear it like you wear me—like you own it, baby." She nodded. And when the crown sat on her head?

— She wore Ashes of Crown to her underground show. No press. No invitations. Only enemies. She wanted them to see. To feel. To burn. She stood at the end of the catwalk. Models circling her like shadows. And said one thing into the mic. “I was never yours to destroy.” Then the lights went out. And the city screamed. Because power had changed hands. And Zara Lane had just taken the throne. By blood. By fire. By design.