Romans & histoires You Want My Crown Fine Take The Trash Too

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

35. Friends Astrid's POV: I stood in awe, finding a cupboard filled with dazzling crowns. Different parts were packed with exquisite crows, each one unique in its own way. I whirled around, my eyes wide, feeling as if I were in a dream or a high-end jewelry store. "What are these?" I asked. "Crowns, duh!" he said sarcastically. "Yes, I know, but why so many?" I asked. It seemed like he had an obsession with crowns, much like my obsession with shoes. In the past, no number of shoes was ever enough for me. I think he wanted me to choose one now, but I was confused and didn't know how to respond.

My face stayed blank as I tossed it straight into the trash. "That one was hand-knit by my mom. This piece of crap doesn't even come close." Elmer frowned when he saw the scarf in the bin, then sat down beside me. "I know. But the dead won't come back, Moira. What's gone is gone. Risa didn't mean any harm, and it was you who pissed her off first, wasn't it? Come on, don't be mad." He reached out like he always did, trying to pat my head.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."

Twenty-nine sharply accuses. I spin around fast, scowling. This was getting too complicated for a job of this magnitude. “I don’t want the fucking crown, you moron.” I can see my words anger Twenty-nine, but I carry on anyway. “Keeping the crown for myself would just be plain dumb. You would come after me, your boss, and I couldn’t even sell it on the black market if I wanted to unless I melted the thing down. Here’s what’s going to happen – I go in, I lift the crown, and I come out where you both will meet me. I will give you the crown,” I point to Twenty-nine, “And you” – I say to Bram – “Will make sure he gets it. Miko will pay me, and all parties will be happy.”

Not a single denial. I inhale slowly. Then I do the one thing none of them expect. I take the crown off. The crown felt heavier in my hand than it ever had on my head. “I don’t want it.” The confession landed harder than any shout. The room fractures with gasps. “Alpha King—” “Don’t.” The word snaps like a blade. “I don’t want a crown that costs me my family.” My grip tightens around the gold until it bites into my palm.

A backstabbing ingrate! Another crisp smack echoed harshly in the empty hall. The other side of Jim's face quickly swelled up. I didn't look at him again. My icy gaze passed right through him and landed directly on Anne, who was cowering behind him. I walked up to her slowly and looked down at her. As I loomed over her, I smirked coldly. My voice was gentle as I said, "How kind-hearted you are, Annie. You can even happily pick up the trash that I, Cecilia Forrest, throw away. Not only that, you've even managed to create a 'miracle of love' with it."

"Take it back. I don't need it." "But you still need a gem for your crown. If not this, then where will you find another one?"

“He’s so handsome, and those eyes—they seem to see right through one’s defenses.” Don’t I know it , Isabelle thought miserably. “The attention he’s showing you is entirely deserved,” she said instead, reaching for her friend’s hand. “You are everything a prince could want, Amelia.”