Another Cinderella Song Novels & Stories

She sighed frustrated. "You know who you should choose," Jordan started playfully. "Who," Trix asked cautiously, lifting her head off his shoulder. "Cinderella, homie, cause you broke," Jordan said. His boisterous laughter consumed the air. Trix shoved him playfully, joining in the laughter as well. The laughter died after a minutes and Jordan went to get a drink. Trix was screwed. How was she going to write a story in one night. Mrs. Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task.

"I don't want to hear your excuse . You are the butler , so you should know where your master is at this late hour . It seems you really are getting ahead of yourself . " "I'm sorry master . I will do my best ." After an hour or two Harren came to a stop in front of the garden , completely worn out by the fruitless search all over the mansion . He started to think the worse when he suddenly picked up a sound from the garden . It sounded like a song , but who would be singing with this kind of voice . The song was coming from the back of the garden . The voice wasn't particularly harsh but something in the voice sounded off . Like the one singing is filled with rage and hatred . If you listen

Darkness enveloped the entire city and this night was very dark, also very long … At that time, Blake drove the Range Rover through the silent mountain roads. The midnight broadcast also broadcasted that old song, "Cinderella". The originally beautiful melody, when heard by the listeners, was inexplicably ear-piercing. He turned off the radio and ruffled his hair irritably. Today wasn't the eighth, nor was it a special day, it was just that he missed her, wanted to hug her fragrant body, wanted to integrate with her, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this.

Jessi smiles up at me, and I giggle. "I don't even use a magic wand, but there is someone here who does," I tell her as she stands and pulls me to my feet. "Who besides you would have a magic wand?" She asks as she picks Camilla back up. I giggle and twirl around the nursery. It's time for a song; that's the best way to tell her, and it will make me laugh when she tries to cover Camilla's ears. "The fairy has the magic, and the wolf has the wand. Jock makes me scream and cream with his magic wand. The fairy has the magic, and the wolf has the wand. Jock makes me scream and cream with his magic wand."

“And it’s also twelve-fifty-five.” “See? You’re not Cinderella.” “If you aren’t the fairy godmother, then you’re probably the prince.” I yawn. “And I caught a very charming one...”

“Niniola….that’s her name” “Whatever…I don’t know those foreign musicians, but ‘start all over’ is one of my best songs. So my dear Cinderella, give me a chance to make up for the past” I beamed “Friends?” She muttered, stretching forth her hands for a hand shake. I shook it and placed a soft k*ss on the back of her palm. “I want something else” I stated, looking intently into her eyes Mia’s POV “What do you want” I ask him, as he gazes back at me, piercing holes into my face

he whispered, his voice brimming with unwavering determination. A surge of warmth coursed through my veins, my heart fluttering as my wolf strained to break free, yearning for the connection we shared. With a sudden burst of resolve, I gently stepped back, breaking the enchanting spell that had enveloped us. I met his gaze, and in those eyes, I saw a flicker of disappointment, longing for the response he had hoped for.

So she finds it appropriate to stand there silently. "May I have the pleasure" Kabir spoke making her look up to him. He gave his hands to take hers. And she smilingly took his hands as she has no option other than to take this offer from him. "Thank you" muttered Annie with a smile adorned her face. They both entered the hall where already all couples started dancing in the middle. Sandy spotted them and walks towards them. "Hey Cinderella" Sandy called her and she turned abruptly only to get stumble into something so strong. And thankfully she got saved from falling. She looked into the person who saved and spontaneously muttered " thank...you" her words chocked in between when she looked

“Tiny thing, maybe five-four? Asian, super pretty, early twenties. She put it down and hurried away like she forgot something important.” My heart did an Olympic-level somersault. Petite. Asian. Pretty. Makes Filipino rice cakes like it’s her love language. Dalia. I gripped the bag so hard the handles creaked. “She… ran off?” I asked, voice cracking like a thirteen-year-old. The lady nodded. “Yes, dear. Almost like she overheard something and got spooked.” Jacob was still clueless, munching on invisible popcorn. “What’s the big deal? Secret admirer?”

The remainder of the heart-wrenching sorrow that had interrupted me halfway through my audition still churned in my gut. I needed to throw up. Unfortunately, t didn't seem as if I was leaving any time soon. "I think we've just found our Sapphire." Andrea laughed, and her bright face was a stark contrast to the crying woman standing next to her. I did that? I fought against the conflicting emotions swirling around my head to give her a smile. I felt, amongst a kaleidoscope of other feelings, extremely awkward. "But we still have to audi-" "I don't care! You, young lady, are one of a kind and I need you to be our wrong Cinderella." Andrea shot, interrupting one of the men on her right.