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

My gaze flicked toward Chicken Nugget, who had curled near the table like a tiny sentinel. "Except us," I finished. "You can trust him, he won't say a word." I offered humour lightheadedly both for myself and the tense stranger. His gaze followed mine briefly, then returned, molten fire softening-not gentle, never gentle, but less storm, more tide. "Safety," he murmured, almost to himself. "Such a fragile word, when spoken by mortals." I bristled, a spark of defiance against the weight of his disdain. "You're not the only one with teeth. I'm not just going to stand by, I took self defence-"

Just like he had. Michael slid into the front. Alessa opened the door for me. No words. Just motion. I entered. Disha peeled off to the second vehicle, speaking in code. The moment the door shut behind me, I ripped the crown from my skull. The relief was savage. The rage underneath worse. “I hate this thing,” I said, voice barely human. Alessa took it gently, like it was glass. Locked it in a lined case. “We’ll gut it before midnight,” she said.

He couldn't have been more wrong. "Oh, I'm good, Chase. Better than good. I'm way better off without her. Honestly, it's something to celebrate." He sent a crown emoji. "Hey, is this yours? You dropped this, king. Mad respect! You're the kind of guy who's gonna end up with someone way better." I laughed. "Yeah, thanks." We chatted for a bit longer before I ended the call.

Then we can dump him in one of those underground fight clubs for the real freaky clientele to use as a punching bag. Marco's eyes bulged, head shaking in panic. "No! Please no! Elena, just kill me!" I turned a deaf ear, shifting my gaze to Rosa. "And for my dear sister… She's all about beauty, right? Always snatching what's not hers? Bring every mirror from this basement. Let her stare at her ruined face every day, at that mangled hand. "Oh, and I've heard those freak shows in the Isles are scouting for talent, send her over. Let her pay off her debts with that body of hers."

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

She stroked it the way someone pets a cat they know belongs to the neighbor. "Damien told me it was a trinket. Something old, sentimental, nothing important." She tilted her head, and the moonlight caught the stone and sent pale fragments scattering across the wall behind her. "But it clearly matters to you. That's... sweet." "It matters to the pack. The reaffirmation rite requires..."

No girl in my village ever married, unless someone was willing to give her a silver crown with 999 gemstones. On the day the girl put on the crown, she would be engaged. I had been dating John Frank for eight years, and he finally completed the crown. On the day of the engagement, the village assembly hall was full of villagers. Everyone was waiting for me to be married gloriously. However, I had heard a conversation between John and Blake, his friend. “Are you really going to bring Ms. Blaire to the stage? If you do, you’ll humiliate the Lane family!” John smiled and said airily, “That doesn’t matter. Katherine has been teaching in the village as a volunteer teacher for three y

The doors slammed shut behind us, cutting off the drums and chanting. “HAIL ALPHA KING KAEL!” Then Sienna’s voice rose above the noise. “My King?” I ripped the crown from my head with both hands. The gold scraped through my hair. The black diamond caught the light as I threw it. It struck the far wall, clanged against the stone, and rolled across the floor like a discarded piece of metal. A crown that had ruled the country for a thousand years. Rolling like trash. I turned to Jace, my chest heaving. The coronation oil still ran cold down my forehead, dripping onto my black shirt.

Bang! Jacob Carlson suddenly pick up the tea cup on the table and smashed it violently on to the floor. His frustration turned into fury. "Trash! Who is trash! Useless pieces of trash! This woman couldn't even settle such a simple matter, she was just a trash!" He roared coldly. "I couldn't believe that this Jate Woods managed to smell a rat so easily. He's not easy to handle at all."

I disconnected the call and finally bank forward to pick up the crown in my hand, and I could see all those beautiful details carved over the crown, With my stone attached perfectly in the centre of the crown in between all those tiny little jewels which way beautifully outlining my Red stone of life. I realized I was smiling just looking at that crown which I was supposed to wear so to pull myself out of my dilemma I finally picked up the crown in my hand and in that moment I felt as if the time had just stopped for me, so that I could hold on to this memory forever.