Tangled Crown Novels & Stories

“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 swallow the lump forming in my throat as the priest asks me to come to the center of the stage. I walk over to the center, everyone’s eyes fixed on me and the priest motions for me to kneel. A servant steps forward carrying an elegant velvet cushion. Resting upon it is a breathtaking crown. White gold woven into twisting vines. The priest carefully lifts the crown. "This crown represents strength." He places it just above my head. "Wisdom." It lowers another inch. "Compassion." It settles gently against my hair. "And the promise that the Queen shall protect this kingdom with both justice and love."

Skimming money from team events and dipping into company funds were practically standard practice. She thought hiding behind the title of Neel Corporation heiress made her untouchable. She never imagined the person she trusted most would be the one to expose her. The employees Violet had pushed around for years finally snapped. They surrounded her, anger boiling over. They grabbed her necklace, her rings, anything they could take as compensation. Violet begged them to stop, her face bruised and swollen, but all she got in return were more blows.

asked Cynthia stuttering . " Yes and No ." said the crown softly . " Why am i here ?" asked Cynthia . " Because you ought to be here , this is your world , your home the place where you actually belong .I have been waiting for you for years ." said the crown . " I don't know what's happening , I came here before didn't i ?" asked Cynthia . " I suspect you did but that time it was in your head ." said the crown . " So this means this time it's real ... I .. am here in reality ." asked Cynthia .

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

She really needs to train this body, she needs to increase her stamina. She jumped in jack for ten times before holding the table as she bent again and then slowly twisted her upper body to the left side, she heard a loud crack of her bone. Damn! It's satisfying, she thinks the library is empty now except for her of course. "What are you doing?" She was about to twist her body to the right side when she heard the deep voice from her back, she looked at him while still bending and she saw the crown prince not looking in her direction and trying to avert his eyes from the sight. She continued to twist her body and she heard the crack of her bone again, to her surprise in the blink of an eye th

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”