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

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

"Mr. Holt, I need the car towed for maintenance tonight. Keep it parked at your place. I need it out of my garage." Matthew replied with an OK, then added, "Is something going on?" "Someone's trying to take the car." "Say no more. I'm on my way now." Just then, in the family group chat, Jeffrey posted a photo of flowers and ribbons piled all over the floor. The caption read, "Decorations are here! We'll deck out the bridal car first thing tomorrow! The Toyota Crown is going to look really sharp after a nice decoration! I'm sure it'll be classier than a Rolls-Royce!"

I dropped to my knees immediately, reaching for the soaked notebook before the ink completely dissolved. Before my fingers could touch it, someone stepped in front of me. "Pick them up." The laughter around me vanished so suddenly that even I froze. Slowly, I lifted my head. Chaise Crownell stood there in his white lab coat, one hand resting inside his pocket as though he'd merely happened to pass by. His expression was the same calm, unreadable one I saw everyday but I could see the dangerous glint behind those blue eyes. Everyone in the faculty knew that look.

----------- THE NEXT MORNING Kael entered the royal training yard , shortly after sunrise, his captain was already waiting. "Your Highness." "Report." "The assassin refuses to speak." Kael removed his cloak. "Then he can spend the next week reconsidering that decision." "There is something else." Kael looked up, the captain hesitated. "We searched his belongings. He carried no identification, no royal insignia, and no money. However, we found this hidden inside his boot."

On yearbook photo day, I went over and stood next to my boyfriend, Blake Whitmore. Madison Vance, the cheer captain and sorority president, showed up late, and the crowd parted for her without being asked. A path opened straight to Blake, who stood dead center. "What took you so long? You just turned every head in the place." Blake smiled softly and pulled her into the spot beside him. I was pushed out of the frame. Tyler Brooks, my friend since childhood, caught my arm. "Claire, don't fight Madison for the spot. She's the main character today." Then he traded places with me and took the spot next to her. The crowd started whooping. The fraternity president stood on one side and the vice pre

On the day I was reborn, I returned to the day we had to choose our partners. My sister, Leah Boyer, snatched the mating contract from our father's hands and signed her name beside Kane Rodriguez, the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack. "I want to marry Kane." Dad froze. Just yesterday, she had been crying that Kane had lost eight Lunas in a row and that whoever became his mate was doomed. Now, she clung tightly to the mating contract, afraid I might reach out and take it from her. I knew she had been reborn too. In our previous lives, she had chosen Derrick Callahan, her childhood sweetheart and a werewolf warrior. In the end, he squandered her private fortune, and she died surrounded by deb

Something waiting. The crown is still on my head. And it is not leaving. --- Later that night, I stand alone on the balcony. The moon is full. The stars are bright. The world is peaceful. But I am not. The crown whispers. It tells me things. Terrible things. Wonderful things. Things I do not want to hear. Things I need to hear. "You cannot stop me," it says. "You cannot control me. You cannot save them." "I can try." "Trying is not enough."

I don’t need to add a bad omen to it too. When everyone has congratulated me, the clergy once again steps forward and removes my crown and takes back the royal egg. Luckily, I don’t have to take any pictures. We have all agreed that pictures can wait until I’m feeling and looking better. Plus, a picture of me lying in a hospital bed isn’t what I want to be remembered for.

she asked "then from where you got this" I replied "in our college every year they selects a person as campus queen this year I'm selected as campus queen and they given this crown" I kept that crown on her head and said "my mom is the best queen" she hugged me I can see tears in her eyes I asked "maa why are you crying don't you like it" she said "Tomar jnno garbita princess" (Tomar jnno garbita means proud of you in bengali)

Crown: “That depends on what you were searching for.” I looked at the computer screen in front of him then mumbled, “I liked you better when you were Tasty Chocolate.” Silence. I closed my eyes. Why did I say that out loud? “When I was what?” Crown asked. “Nothing.” Silky Vanilla is going to be jealous. I pointed at absolutely nothing and snaped out,“Shut up.” Crown's eyes followed my finger before returning to me. “Lara?” “Still not talking to you.” I gritted out through clenched teeth