Novel & Cerita Swallowed My Crown

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!!!

"Before I change my mind." I picked up the divorce agreement and put it in my bag. Then, I turned to leave. At the door, I paused for a moment. "Cora." She remained silent. "Don't eat too many instant noodles. They'll hurt your stomach," I said. The moment the door closed, I heard the sound of things crashing to the floor behind me. In the elevator, I looked at my own face reflected in the mirror.

My reflection stared back at me with damp curls falling around her face, brown skin still flushed from hot water, green eyes too bright in a way that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the thing beneath my skin that had never fully gone quiet. The Crown was not visible. That was what I told myself. No shards of mirror floating behind my head. No halo of broken glass. No ancient voice whispering commands through my pulse. No dramatic gothic nonsense, thank God, because I had rent, laundry, and actual adult nonsense to deal with now. But invisible did not mean gone. The Crown lived where ordinary things were supposed to live. Behind my eyes. In my bones. Under my tongue whe

I don’t believe I have smelled anything more exotic. Lunari. He sat without bowing. Without speaking. As though he had always belonged at that table. My skin burned, then my wrist started to throb beneath her cuff. I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. My wrist felt like they were on fire. I glanced down and froze. A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books.

I don’t need to add a bad omen to it too. When everyone has congratulated me, the clergy once again steps forward and removes my crown and takes back the royal egg. Luckily, I don’t have to take any pictures. We have all agreed that pictures can wait until I’m feeling and looking better. Plus, a picture of me lying in a hospital bed isn’t what I want to be remembered for.

He took my charms so easily! “She is…” Said Parker who’s looking eye to eye with me. Those green eyes feel so natural. It suits his light aura. I think my best weapon right now is to stop whining and smile all the time huh? “Stop spoiling that child!” Said Hamstell who’s totally ruining the mood! My blood boiled back extremely. That ugly beast! When I grow up I should get rid of that idiot all by myself! He’s the dumbest living handsome alive! But wait… Marionette? A Crowned Prince Marionette? Me?!

she nervously toyed with the strand of her hair, twisting it around her middle finger. "“I didn’t. I got someone else to do it,” he answered, bursting her bubble. The shyness vanished into nothing and was nowhere to be found. She watched as he walked over to the little table at the corner of the room and dropped the mug. “You had forced yourself too hard and that had caused any internal injury; that’s why you vomited blood and was hit with exhaustion. We will try again when you get better,” he told her.

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

The heavy metals aggressively clamped down on my internal wolf like a forged steel vault, burying her alive. I leaned heavily over the basin, panting raggedly, cold sweat violently beading at my temples until the scorching, agonizing fire finally, mercifully subsided into a cold, sickening, dead numbness. My scent was entirely gone. I smelled like absolutely nothing but cold iron and expensive silk. Wiping a stray drop of silver liquid from my bruised lips, I stood up. I began to weave my long, dark raven hair into an elaborate, rigidly structured crown of tight braids.