Cinderella My Ass

"Thank you for helping me, Ryder."How comic for such a sentence said with such a soft and warm voice, sounding so sincere to make one fall on their knees and keep sleep at bay all night.It was like she could hear the voice of that man saying that sentence over and over again as if he was taunting her.He knew her name.If this fact alone wasn't disturbing enough to keep Ryder all night awake, she also couldn't shake off the feeling that that voice was terrifyingly familiar, but not so much at the same time. She couldn't say much about it when the man spoke in the beginning for the voice was mixed with sobs and broken in tears, but when he thanked her... Where has she heard that voice?He knew her name.Ryder turned inside the house in a rush. Her feet tripped and her knees almost gave away a few times. She was trembling and cold sweat rolled down her back. What in the name of heaven did just happen? What the fuck was this out-of-a-horror-movie experience she just had? And most impor

The drafting table was finished. But there was a problem. It was too big to fit in Ryder's room."Didn't you measure it beforehand?" Henry asked his daughter while she stared at the drafting table in disappointment. He was changing the light bulb, tripping over his own foot, and then he even dared to say he wasn't clumsy.Ryder frowned, the furrow between her eyebrows deepening. "I followed the measurements in the blueprints.""Well, we can always just sell it. A friend of mine was planning on buying one. How about I ask him if he's interested in buying it?"It was a nice opportunity, but Ryder wanted to keep the drafting table for herself. She had worked hard on it and spent so many hours creating something from scratch... it hurt to part from it. Still, it would be sad to just keep it in the garage and never use it. In the end, Ryder sadly nodded. "I think I will fix my current desk into a somewhat drafting table."Henry chuckled at his daughter. His eyes wandered at the junk around

After that sentence, Remy's face looked as if it had been smeared with red paint and for some reason, he got so angry, that he kicked both girls out of his shop and threatened them to don't come again.Ryder didn't pay much attention to this reaction, while Jasmine was pouting, looking almost as if she was about to cry."You can't say such things so normally. He probably feels embarrassed."They were going back to Ryder's house, walking down the streets side by side, Jasmine leaning her head on Ryder's shoulder. She must have gotten worn out from all the fighting.Jasmine shook her head. "His pretty face... bruised..."Ryder rolled her eyes. Of course, this idiot would turn an ear deaf to any words of rejection. "What are you going to do about those guys? They will definitely come back again" It would be troublesome if they tried to pick a fight with Jasmine and her as well. "We probably angered them more. What if made it worse?"Jasmine shook her hand, not bothered at all. For such a

Aiden clearly underestimated Ryder's capability of being as boring as a rock resting under the sun when she shopped. He truly felt like his brain would boil from boredom as the girl kept staring at two vases of flowers that looked pretty much the same to Aiden. What is there to think so much about? Just pick one already!!!When the two met after school, Aiden was beaming with confidence. Jasmine was nowhere to be seen, apparently, something had come up with Remy. Aiden didn't care that much, but he was starting to think that maybe this whole "adaptation" thing could be very profitable for his side. At least he could have Ryder all for himself and not worry for Jasmine butting her way in between them like an overprotective dog that would bite him every moment now. Little did Aiden know that Jasmine had let Ryder go alone with him thinking that no matter how all this thing with Aiden ended, it could be a learning experience for Ryder. She still would avenge Ryder if he so much as hurt h

Midnight left before midnight... =_= There was nothing to do in the backyard now that he was gone, so Ryder went up to her room. Only then did she realize how tired she was. This day had been so long and it had exhausted her physically and mentally. The bed felt like a bliss descended from heaven, yet as Ryder lay down, sighing in pleasure, the phone in her pocket rang. There was no need to check who it was, for who else but Jasmine would call her at this time? Ryder threw the blanket over her body and only then did she answer the phone. "What's up?" There were a lot of noises coming from Jasmine's side. She must be somewhere crowded. Ryder could barely listen to Jasmine as she answered. "I have good news and bad news." She sounded cheerful, but her tone was somewhat strained. Noticing this, Ryder who was just starting to drift into sleep, opened her eyes, sleep flying out of the window. "Did something happen?" "Mhm," Jasmine said, the voice barely heard as it blended with the no