You Should See Me In A Crown Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I took his outstretched hand, heaving myself off the ground. "The crown!" I gasped, searching around. My fingers dug into the dirt, staining them brown— but I didn’t mind. "Woah, woah, take it easy," Ramon, alarmed, hurried to me. "Not now, Ramon. Did you see a crown with me?" I asked, still searching the area with my eyes. "A crown? You didn’t bring any crown, Queen. Not even when we were in the Middle Ring." "It’s not that crown— there’s another. When I was trapped, I saw another crown."

The silver crown encrusted with diamonds and black gems. “No,” I murmur, tears leaking down the corners of my eyes and trickling to my hairline. “Please. I don’t want to do this. I can’t do this. Please let me go. I have a child. That’s not my crown. It can never be mine.” “Maybe not now.” Deimos looks at the crown and sets it down on the table before picking the book up. “But after this, you will be my Queen, and everything will be yours.”

Sharp enough to steal the air from my lungs. My eyes flew open as the connection deepened, unstable but insistent. Images flickered through my mind, too fast to hold at first, until one forced itself into clarity. The crown. Dark. Heavy. And then something beneath it. A flaw. Not something visible, not something physical, but something that could be felt through the echo itself. My breath caught. “There is a way,” I said, my voice low but intense. Every gaze snapped to me. “The crown can be overwhelmed.”

Anatoli asked. Without turning to them, Orcenal grabbed something from his bag. He showed it to them, making them squint in displeasure. It was a book. Orcenal found it inside Harriet’s room this morning. The book was the prophecy from the other world, and the title was... [The Crown’s Diamond]. Anatoli and Ayja immediately stood back up and approached him. When they were about to reach and observe the book, Orcenal threw it to the raging fireplace.

Sure, I cared for him—cared if he was alive or not. Because I wanted him to be with me and Mom. Then, perhaps I could start loving him as my father. I am calm. I shoved the letter back inside the envelope. I am calm. I am calm. But seriously, why was this guy just here observing me? Was he here to observe my actions and report me to his father? I mean, I guess it was better not to talk, but get out of the room, buddy. "The books you were reading last night," the crown prince said, his luminous gaze settled on the three thick books that were in his hands. “They are great books.”

When I opened my eyes, I saw Hazel White—my best friend—surrounded by employees, being ushered onto the stage. What was going on? I stared down at myself in disbelief. My body wasn't covered in sores, and my legs weren't broken. I was still frozen when an employee walked past and shoved me aside. "Hey, isn't this Ms. Moore's nanny?" she shouted. "What are you doing here? This isn't a place for you. Get out of here!" The sharp pain in my shoulder made everything clear—I had been reborn. In the crowd, Hazel glanced back at me, her tone somewhat impatient. "Why are you here? Trying to cause more trouble? Gosh, you're useless. You'd better not forget what you need to do later."

"Six months ago, you added the contacts of three used car dealers. Old Toyota Crowns, old Mercedes Benzes, and old Lexuses—you were asking about all kinds of cars from the '90s. But the one you cared about most was the Toyota Crown. "You thought no one would know. But what you didn't know is that I knew all three of those dealers. Because the Toyota Crown you were asking about was mine. So this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment idea." My tone remained steady. "You didn't just wake up one day and decide to use the Toyota Crown as your bridal car. You've been plotting to get this car for half a year. The wedding was nothing but a cover. What you wanted wasn't a bridal car. What you needed was the ca