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

There in her hands, lies the crown everygirl had been searching all over for. My heart fluttered in joy as It occurred to me she was the one I would be spending an entire week with. My lips stretched out in a wide smile. "Oh Jayden, you're such a lucky champ" I mumbled in smiles. Then suddenly, flung— she threw the crown away like it was some dangerous object. I chuckled at her action. Well there's nothing she could do about it now. Everyone already knew she found it. "Pick up the crown, they are seeing us right now at the field.the crown was connected to a camera and as soon as you touched it, the live video of here started playing at the Field" I informed her.

Everything was pulled out for me to wear when the army left. I walked further into the closet to open the secret compartment hidden away where both our crowns sat. They were so beautiful. My breath was stolen away just staring at them but there was no space for them. The crown was the most beautiful thing I had and leaving it did not seem right. I knew taking it was a waste of space but I could not help myself. I picked it up, ran my hands through it.

"No, honestly I am looking forward to meeting you. You said if I keep choosing you I will know you more, that's why I choose you for this elimination." "Why would you want to know me?" "I find you an interesting person, and I want to be friends with you." "Just a friend?" She teases again. "Or maybe more." She laughs. "I'm just kidding, your highness, I am okay being friends with you for now. So if you want to talk to someone just call my name." She winks at him. "Are we really friends now? Can I really trust you?" She didn't expect that the crown prince would be like a cute puppy, his eyes sparkling.

I took his outstretched hand, heaving myself off the ground. "The crown!" I gasped, searching around. My fingers dug into the dirt, staining them brown— but I didn’t mind. "Woah, woah, take it easy," Ramon, alarmed, hurried to me. "Not now, Ramon. Did you see a crown with me?" I asked, still searching the area with my eyes. "A crown? You didn’t bring any crown, Queen. Not even when we were in the Middle Ring." "It’s not that crown— there’s another. When I was trapped, I saw another crown."

I had to keep the name in check, I had to make sure the name doesn't get stained or get a bad review if it did, Vanessa was going to come for me like the name wasn't in the mud already. I rolled my eyes. Uneasy is the head that wears the crown… But your type of crown matters… My type of crown was made of thorns That would make me uneasy too!!!

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

Whenever Crown smirked like that, it meant they were about to say something ridiculous. “I want steak,” Crown said simply. “In an open place. Somewhere with a beautiful view.” Jade’s eyes widened. She and Ceynol both knew that no such place existed in the middle of Manila. “Crown, a restaurant near here is enough,” Jade chided gently. “No,” Crown insisted. “I won’t eat if I don’t get what I want.” Jade’s jaw clenched. She was about to scold them when Ceynol stepped in.

he laughed at his own choice of words, "How'd you do it?" "You're no fool," I smacked his arm playfully. "You're smart. And funny. And kind. You're amazing," "Yeah, but I'm no prince in a shining armor either," he scoffed. "In the past 48 hours, I had blackmailed my father into paying me for my college tuition," "Good," I smiled, pausing for a beat before saying, "That's alright 'cause I'm not a princess either," He looked at me in bewilderment as I pulled the small crown from over my hair. I went to the spot he once stood and I threw that little plastic thing high up in the air, and I watched as it slung down to the oceans below.

The urgency coursing through her veins sharpens her focus; she cannot hesitate now. Her hand plunges into the trunk, sifting through the jumbled contents with fierce determination. A rusted crown, small enough for a child, gleams at the bottom—a relic of innocence she was forced to abandon. The edges of her memories prickle, whispering her name through echoes of love and duty intertwined. She swallows, hardening her resolve.

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”