You Want My Crown Fine Take The Trash Too Novels & Stories

I didn’t want anyone to see me after what I was about to do, so carefully, I hold the crown and take it out of the box. What a mistake. The moment I grabbed it, that moment I dropped it. Covering my mouth in fear, I back away from the object. My body trembles, and my mind kept replaying what I just saw. Somehow, the moment I had the crown in my hands, flashbacks of a kingdom being destroyed appear in my mind. It was so bloody that it made me feel like I was the one being killed.

“That is not the problem. She is obviously up to something. If she does not want the crown, then I am very much willing to have Hazel become queen just like how it was supposed to be.” “You cannot do that.” His Majesty looked at his sister and gave him a cold look. “That is not for you to decide, the same goes with mother. Tell her that I have of no need of a queen who knows nothing but be a barbarian.” The king turned his back but before he could leave, the princess said, “Why don’t you tell her that yourself? If she hears that Lady Hazel will replace Her Highness, she will surely return here.”

I cry loud as much as I can. "Your mind is damaged Roose. Why are you doing this? I picked you up from the mess with me! I want to take you to the palace where I live. I want to keep you with me for a few days. I just want to show the world that you can never see in your dreams, so baby, consider yourself lucky and stop cursing yourself now, let's go with me or else you know what I can do with you? He mushed his razor sharp jaw, his hand was in waist and tight his grip as saying word by word.

I said, seeing the skepticism on their faces. I know many people disagree with what I am going to do, but I also know Xymyx just wants everything to be okay, and I do not want him to hold a grudge against me. When I lifted the crown, it became clear that it was emitting colors. “This crown that name by me to pass on to the new queen of the Myxious Kingdom,” I said, placing it on Xymyx’s head, and it lit up.

I pulled it out of the box. “Alexi, what is this?” I asked. Alexi looked at me and his face turned ghostly white. “Where did you find that? I thought I threw it away. Mom come up here .” His mom came to the attic. “Yes son?” she asked. “I thought I told you to throw away the crown.” Alexi said. “You know you can’t throw away the crown. You are the crown prince. Once your father retires you will become king.” His mother said.

Zenus, my childhood friend, pat my head as we walked downtown, today was the day of vanor, our town’s festival, and we are heading to our booth; every family relative’s house has its booth for the festival. “What the fuck, Zenus, you haven’t bathed since yesterday, aren’t you? I can still smell the ocean in your sweat!” I shouted and pushed him off me, we went to the beach with our cousins and friends yesterday, and this fucker wasn’t taking a proper bath after our swim. “Come on, you know that I’ll always love you, and I won’t leave you; I’m not interested in any other woman,” he lifted my chin and looked into my eyes; we exchanged gazes until I slapped him straight to the face, that made h

- Should I have five panties rescued from the trash to only need 4 more for my collection? - I am so anxious for the tenth that I can give you 5 more in five days, just like the others. - I retaliated. - I don't doubt it... The point is: I have five and adding to this one I close six. I have no doubt that the other four will come sooner than I expect. Then I'll have to exchange the gems for a ring. Smile: - I thought they went in the trash. - And would I be crazy to let anyone even touch what is mine?

Feeling inexplicably nervous, Charlotte approached the trays, took a deep breath, and opened the first box. Inside lay a beautiful crown. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the style contemporary and fashionable. If Charlotte recalled correctly, this crown was one of the showpieces from a recent foreign auction, the 'Treasure of the World.' "This is..." Charlotte murmured, a mixture of amazement and surprise evident in her voice, "This is the 'Treasure of the World' crown?" Kingsley nodded and delicately placed the crown atop Charlotte's head. He gazed at her, his eyes serious as though he were beholding his most precious treasure.

Regina declared, then went to her bedroom to calm down. “Yes, your majesty,” the assistant said, bowing politely before taking her leave from the empress’s chambers. The servants swiftly entered the room, tidying up the disarray left behind. Every piece of jewelry, from broken pendants to torn laces, was discarded into the trash. Shattered vases and mirrors lay in ruins; nothing had been spared from the havoc. The diligent servants diligently replaced everything with new items, save for a few who secretly stowed away intact pendants with hopes of selling them later.

"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.”