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

"I'm listening?" "Well, you see... it's in the tradition. The throne shouldn't be vacant for more than a month and it's about three months now that no one has sat on the throne. So the elders and I have agreed that you'll be crowned King in two weeks time and also, your wedding will take place on the day of your coronation." "Wait...all these are too much for me."

“Ooh, la la. The crown looks better on you, baby.” I sigh, exhausted and lean my head back on the headrest, happy to see my friends enjoying the crown. Jordana would probably have a heart attack if she saw them playing around with it, but I don’t really care. The crown is completely meaningless to me. The only thing that keeps me from chucking it out the window is the fact that it came to an opportunity for a scholarship. The judges added a scholarship as an incentive this year. So, I can add it to my nest egg for college.

She turn to him for permission Caleb think for a second remembering no one should touch it except the King and himself "Just for few seconds" he told her and Malibu exciting nodded She take it with great care careful not to let it fall and admire it under the ray of light in the room "My brother own can not be compare to this" she state finding the object intriguing "Do you want to wear it?" Caleb suggest Malibu widen her eyes in disbelief at his words and nod her head speedily to answer He smile and walk forward to put it on her, Malibu rush to the mirror with the crown on her head and smile broadly

"It's so exhilarating in the beginning, but over time that feeling will die." "Get out - " Troy tried to speak. "I am leaving," she said. But something about the way she said it set me on edge. "The crown is worthless unless all of the pieces are collected. I'll let you gather them and when you're done, you will come to me and we will make a trade. Your mom and dad - " She paused, considering Troy. "And Troy for the crown." As she spoke, she moved her staff. Dark blue light shot from it and went into Troy.

“The crown is mine.” I bent a little lower eyeing the way she held him, placing his head on her laps. I ignored their display for an instant, squatting down to grasp the blood coated crown. The piece was an original gold one, with ten slops around it and by the sides were transparent pearls forming a bridge at the start of each slops. “Could someone get a friggin’ fucking ambulance or do you want your new King to be marked as a murderer?!” I suddenly yelled, bringing out a white handkerchief from the breast pocket of my suit. Erasing the stains of blood from the part of the crown it touched, I positioned it on my head.

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.”

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.”

Only one question kept ringing in my head, How? How did she find out? How long had she known? "You-" I broke off, shaking my head, "How did you-" She made a disgusted sound, pinning me with her glare, "That's not the question you should be asking me, sweetie," She leaned close, her mouth against my ear, "I told you before and I'll tell you again, that crown is mine. The King is mine."

After finishing up company matters, I lay on my bed, scrolling through my phone. It looked like Richard had transferred a lot of my money for his personal use. Even after I fired him, he still had enough to buy Hazel a million-dollar handbag to keep her happy. Her photos on social media showed her grinning from ear to ear. It didn't matter, though. Once I gathered all the evidence, none of them would get away. I sent the drugs they had made me take for testing. Sure enough, something was wrong with them. If only I could record a video of them admitting it themselves…

I said. I took the note and unfolded it. The handwriting looked neat and controlled. ‘Your crown,’ was all it said. That was all. My heart thudded hard once. Clark swore under his breath. Trent leaned forward, confused. “What does that mean?” he asked . “He wants my company,” I said. “My name, my brand, and everything I built.” My crown. The woman leaned in slightly, lowering her voice like she was sharing something private. “He likes you,” she said.