Assassin And Cinderella Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Just at that moment, Bella, who probably thought she had been excluded too long, decided to step towards us, hopped on the bed, moved near me, and then slipped her fingers through my tunic and began to caress my chest. Cinderella stiffened, inhaled louder, ignored Bella's interruption, and resumed her speech, "Because it didn't. We were ambushed by some men who I believe to be assassins. They mistook Adam for their target, who they claimed escaped from their hand a day ago. Believe me, my lord, Adam was run through with a sword right there in my presence, despite all my pleading and swearing that we were together for the past three days. They left with his head, a proof to whoever hired them

The air was cool, the fragrance of night-blooming flowers weaving through the silent breeze. As I strolled along the garden path, lost in contemplation, the assassin, concealed by the cloak of shadows, approached with lethal intent. The moon, the silent witness to our destinies, cast its glow upon the unfolding drama. Just as the assassin prepared to strike, a figure emerged from the shadows—a slave, my trusted confidante, who had overheard whispers of the sinister plot. With a quick motion, she intercepted the assassin, her bravery evident in the defiance that blazed in her eyes.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

Assassins didn't do well with publicity. ​“What's wrong? Can't keep up?” His voice was laced with mockery as the car pulled up to the red carpet. The flashbulbs were blinding. ​“You wish,” I scolded. ​He chuckled coldly before stepping out of the car. The cameras began clicking furiously. To their surprise, he stretched forth his hand again. I placed mine in his, and the crowd went wild, curious to see the woman the terrifying Williams Carter was with.

She could, somehow, manage to get the keys from Lizzy and I could run off to stop Cindy from taking the life that rightfully belonged to me. A few hours later, night had fallen. I waited with bated breath. Finally, I heard footsteps approaching. Then, keys juggling. The door opened slowly. “Rue?” I called out, springing up. Did she manage to pull it off? The door swung open. A figure stood in the doorway. Lizzy! “Oh, I’m sorry, were you expecting someone else?” Lizzy’s cruel voice mocked me. “Perhaps, your friend Rue?” she continued. Behind her, Mindy shoved Rue into the room. In the dim light, I could see Rue’s face had long streaks where someone had slapped and hit her.

The one who claimed the narrative would claim the war. But Elira barely heard them. Her thoughts tangled with memories of the villages she had failed to save, the rivers that had turned to ash. She wanted to scream at them all that she was already broken, that if her blood could seal the Hollow, she would spill it herself. Instead, she whispered, “We can’t fight the Hollow by fighting each other.” The chamber went quiet, uneasy, but the silence didn’t last. It broke not with words—but with a scream. The first assassin struck from the shadows above, dropping from the rafters with twin daggers gleaming silver-black. His blade angled straight for Elira’s throat.

"I don't want you to disappear without a trace from my life. At least leave a glass slipper behind so I can find you." Midnight felt his heart tremble as he heard her. A sigh breathed out of his lips as he gave up on the idea of running away from Ryder. He squatted down, almost falling on the ground during the process, picked up the bag with the books that he had dropped earlier, and stood up again. Steadying Ryder on his back again, Midnight started to walk down the street calmly. "What glass slipper?" Ryder chuckled beside his ear feeling rather foolish for comparing such a situation with Cinderella. And she wasn't even Cinderella. She was the Goddamn Prince. "Isn't all this like Cinderell

Kaimara invited everyone Including Anthony. Aiesha was forced to take him along because he was threatening her. The bastard had made a sex video of them the night she had drunkenly slept with him. Fine then! She would go to Dubai. Get rid of Anthony and find out whatever secret her mummy was hiding. Meanwhile, Cinderella was taken into a room by the big devil. A room filled with flowers. Against her wish, he pressed her against the big table and kissed her. He was sorry. Really sorry.

A change in appearance but nothing else. Jaime stepped into the elevator and pressed the number 12. A mischievous smile appeared on her face from the exaggeration that he was trapped under her spell, in due time she would become the mistress of Miro's house. Vivian closed her eyes as the elevator opened and he started walking towards her apartment. This time she smiled smugly as he hesitated in front of the apartment door. The key was in her back pocket.

Jade immediately ordered her four bodyguards to attack me. Even though I was good at boxing, I still couldn't possibly defeat four well-trained bodyguards at the same time on my own. I was quickly subdued and brought before her. Jade nudged Wilbur toward me and said gently, "He's all yours now. You can do whatever you want to get your revenge on him." Wilbur instantly straightened up, his arrogance returning in full force. He came over to me and punched me hard in the face, whispering in my ear, "So what if you're Ms. Pearson's fiance, you little fucker? The person she cares about is me."