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

“I don’t need a crown to save this world.” The chanting faltered. The crimson leader’s head tilted again, and this time there was almost a smile in the brokenness of his face. “Then you choose the harder path.” “I choose the right path,” I said. He bowed, a slow, crumbling motion. And then—one by one—the Vestiges vanished into mist, leaving only the crown behind. Unguarded. Unclaimed. A trap waiting for another day. The ground trembled again, but this time, it wasn’t from the trench.

Corren asked quietly. “Yes,” Declan answered without hesitation. “And you trust me to hold what you lay down?” “With my life.” Silence stretched—not strained, but weighted with years of shared battles and brotherhood. Corren inclined his head. “Then I will take the Verdant Crown.” Relief crossed Declan’s face—not escape, but trust honored. “We’ll announce it together,” Corren said after a moment, his voice steady but quiet. “Not as an abdication, but as a changing future for all.”

How could you upset Grandma? The guests gossiped among themselves. "My goodness. I can't believe she tried to pass herself off as the Weatherby heiress." "Look at her shabby appearance. Who does she think she is to cause trouble at the wedding? Is she crazy?" "Maybe she's deluded herself into thinking that she's the true heiress." Luca reached out to grab my necklace impatiently. "This is a keepsake from Grammie. Sally's getting married today. She should have it."

A salacious smile stretched across his lips as he asked, "So, you're Winona's best friend? Why are you following that useless piece of trash, Justin, around? You should come with me instead." He then pointed at Justin and said mockingly, "To think you used to be the cream of the crop of the elites that everyone used to fawn over. You don't even deserve to carry my shoes for me at this moment." Just then, Justin draped his coat over my shoulders, hiding them from Hunter's obscene gaze. He then stepped forward, and his eyes flashed coldly. "Keep talking, and I'll make sure you'll regret it." Hunter immediately shrank back at Justin's words.

But looking at Candice, Leo, Lia, Nessa, and everyone who had fought beside me, I finally understood how wrong I had been. “I can let it go,” I told Candice quietly, tightening my fingers around hers as the ancient blood road shook beneath our feet. “If keeping my crown means keeping this system alive, then I don't want it anymore.” The words felt strange leaving my mouth, but they were honest, and for once, I did not feel the need to protect my pride.

The black velvet inside framed something bright pink. A plastic crown. Gabby’s pink glitter crown. For a moment, no one spoke. “MY CROWN!” Gabby screamed so loudly the tiny hammer in my head went back to working overtime. She reached for it with both hands. “Easy,” I said. Kendra picked up the crown first and inspected it. “Oh.” “What?” I asked. She turned it toward the light. The crown was clean. No chocolate smudges from Al’s hands. No dust from the grounds at Villa Miravento. The underside, which had been slightly sticky yesterday because Gabby once tried to repair it with lip gloss, wasn’t sticky anymore either.

Even the most beautiful scenery in the world couldn't compare to a small smile from you. "If anything happened to you, I'd be nothing but broken bones and dried blood. There'd be no life left in me at all." I was still the same Gabrielle Armstrong, and he was still the same Jared Sheppard. Yet, the man who once said that the most beautiful scenery in the world couldn't compare to me now called me arrogant and insufferable. Back then, he said that I was his weakness, that without me, there'd be no life left in him. Now, he called me greedy, asking how much money it'd take to make me leave.

“The throne? Please. It’s just a dusty seat people kill each other over. You can have it, Sophie. Sit on it, die on it, rot with it—whatever helps you sleep.” She stared at me, stunned. “What? You think you can just throw it away like garbage?” “Yes, bitch, I do,” I said coolly. “I have no interest in ruling anyone. I’m not your father, and I’m definitely not you. If that crown’s the only thing keeping you going, then fine—chase it. Take it… that’s if you can.”

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

His finger trembled as he pointed at my face. "Victor Wright! Have you thrown basic business sense out the window for a single woman? Fine. If you insist on being this stubborn, someone else will inherit Wright Group! In the end, I traded my position as heir to secure Ashley the sufficient resources she needed. She'd thrown her arms around me that day and sobbed. "I'll prove myself, Victor. I'll show every last Wright that you made the right choice!" And now here was Eddie, telling me that being by my side was too exhausting for her.