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

“I won’t let you down again.” He shook his head. “Silly. You’ve never let me down.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Now rest,” he murmured, brushing my hair back. “Rest as long as you need. Because when you get better, my little queen—there’s an empire waiting for your command.”

Decision thinking itself through muscle. “Captain,” Harp pressed, softer than I’d expected. “We can’t pull dead weight. Not with the crown sniffing. Not with Morcant spending coin on our heads like water.” My hand went to my mouth before it could betray me another way. Not to stop a sob, I wouldn’t give them that but to keep the sound bruised hope makes trapped behind my teeth.

Kevin raised his brow, folding his arms on his chest, “this can cost you your crown, you know that?” I looked at Adrian sharply, this same crown was the reason he went ahead with the bet, what is it going to be now that it had been mentioned? Adrian smiled at me, and without looking at Kevin, he said the most precious words I have ever heard, “you can have the crown Kev, I have a better one, right here in my arms.”

"I was in the middle of a hit. This better be good." "We are all in charge," Modern Vespera sighed. "We are all Vespera." "That's a lot of ego for one room," Mafia Vespera noted, eyeing the Fantasy Queen’s crown. "Nice hat, sweetheart. Compensating for something?" "It is the Crown of Sorrow," Fantasy Vespera hissed, her eyes flaring. "Show respect, or I will turn your blood to ash." "Try it, Toots," Mafia Vespera racked the bolt of her Tommy gun. "My Chicago Typewriter writes in lead."

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

She needed a reason to accept what she was becoming. The second strike targeted a weapons cache Marco’s people had found in Queens. They took everything they could move and destroyed the rest. The third strike hit a gambling operation used to clean Bratva money. They walked away with almost two million in cash. That money would now fund the war against Alexei and his people.

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

“You cannot defeat what is inside you.” I looked at him. “You're wrong.” He frowned. I smiled. “Because you're not inside me.” His expression changed. “You're inside the crown.” The crown above my head cracked. The King looked upward. “No.” I grabbed the crown. And ripped it from my head. Pain exploded through my body. The darkness screamed. The crown shattered. The King screamed with it. “No!” I threw the broken crown to the ground. It exploded. The darkness vanished. I dropped to my knees.

"I want to be clear, so listen carefully, because I will say this once. I claimed you because the law recognizes what you are to me, and allowing my mate to be chained as a breeder would humiliate the crown before every pack in the kingdom. That is the only reason you are here." Sable stopped singing. I felt her go still inside me, and then I felt her start to shake, and I stood there in front of his desk with my hope draining out of me and hating myself for ever letting it in. Of course. Of course it was the crown, not me. It had never once in my life been me. Each sentence that followed went into me slow and deep, and I kept my eyes on the edge of his desk and my face empty, because I had

Ian pushed himself up. "I'm fine." Hope looked at me. "Mom isn't." The little girl stood beside her. "She's fighting." I stared at them. Something inside my chest twisted. I could hear another voice inside my mind. Take the crown. I squeezed my eyes shut. "No." Take it. "No." The voice laughed. You wore it before. I grabbed the crown. My fingers trembled. Then I pulled it from my head. The moment it left me, the chamber shook. The woman behind the door screamed.