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

I grabbed a handful of her hair and, amid her frightened screams, quickly snipped it into a ruined mess. She shrieked, "My hair!" I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you say you wanted to ruin my face earlier? To the point that no werewolf will ever look in my way again?" Julia's eyes snapped wide as color faded from her face. She tried to scramble back in terror. I took the crown box and opened it slowly right in front of her. The silver crown glittered under the lights, a cruel contrast to how disheveled and pathetic she looked.

“And you, young lady, will not dare cry right now. Not after I spent two hours watching your makeup artist work their magic.” I laughed, the sound breaking the heaviness. “Fine. No tears. But I make no promises after tonight okay!.” She grinned, then handed me a small, elegant box tied with dark ribbon. “This came for you. From Kollin.” I opened it carefully. Inside lay a delicate bracelet, thin and encrusted with tiny diamonds that shimmered under the lights. My heart softened as I unfolded the note attached. Sorry I won’t be early to the event. But I promise, I won’t miss the moment they recognize you for the second year in a row. Wear this for luck—though you don’t need it.

🖤 Jacob 🖤 Stella once told me something I didn’t take seriously at the time. “When a man throws all his cards on the table,” she said, looking way too pleased with herself, “there is a possibility for hope.” At the time, I thought she was being dramatic. Now?

“Do you believe this is simple loyalty? You do not comprehend the forces at play. The Veil… they provide stability. The crown… it will destroy everything if misused.” Aera shook her head, the crown’s glow intensifying as if emphasising her resolve. “The crown does not destroy—it chooses. And it has chosen me. Your justifications will not absolve you of your actions.” Corvin made a desperate move, lunging for a concealed dagger. Kael intercepted him, steel clashing with steel. Liora raised a barrier that flared around the room, forcing Corvin back. Aera extended her hand, the crown pulsing outward. Corvin was lifted, suspended by invisible energy, unable to resist.

I gave the key to Jerry and he used it in unlocking the door. In the dimly lit room , Two golden crowns were placed on a tray at a trolley. The crown was made of gold and diamond. We walked closer to the crown and stared at it. I sneered. “Those lucky riffrant! They are not worthy of wearing this crown.” The one that bothered me most wasn’t the crown that will be given to Ace, but the one that would be given to Rose, That was my mum's crown, she died just three months ago and now the Alpha is giving her crown to someone else and I can’t accept that.

At last, he seemed to understand. There was no threat behind my words. No hidden promise that the Crown would be waiting for them. There was simply a consequence attached to every choice. He looked at me one last time. “I still believe the Crown should be destroyed.” “You’re allowed to believe that.” “I still don’t trust you.” “I know.” He looked almost surprised by my answer. “But you don’t have to trust me,” I continued. “You only have to understand that I won’t use the Crown to force you to agree with me.”

“I know.” “I wanted you when you were yelling at me on the ice. I wanted you when you were bleeding in the shrine. I wanted you when you burned that ledger.” He kissed me. “I don’t want the Crown. I want you, alongside your bad cooking and the girl who falls on her ass to make kids laugh.” I laughed. It came out watery. “My cooking is not that bad.” “It’s terrible.” “Rude.” I shot at him. “but it's true.”

“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.

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

The attendant lowered her eyes. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. I meant Mr Danquah." Adesewa smiled faintly. "That will do." When the attendants had finished, she dismissed them and stood alone for a moment. Her father had once told her that a crown was not heavy because of its gold. It was heavy because people placed their expectations inside it. She touched the pendant. "Let me be worthy of it," she whispered. Then she walked out. The council chamber was already full.