Assassin And Cinderella Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I wished, with a sudden, sharp ache in my chest, that someone would actually look at me like that for real. I dropped my iPad and leaned into the chair, closing my eyes. The assassination attempt on my father earlier that evening had drained the last of my adrenaline I was tired. I was stressed. And more than anything, I was desperate to feel something other than terror. I thought back to the night before. I had been on my way to find Kenneth, fueled by my friends' advice to "attack," to take control, to make him beg. My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt.

Chapter 128: Sweet Poison CASSANDRA’S POV I stood in the shadows at the back of the hall with my son nestled warm against my chest. The baby slept peacefully through the screams and crashes, as if he already understood that chaos served our family. A slow smile spread across my lips while I watched my dear sister lose herself completely. This was the moment I had waited years to see. Every betrayal, every fake death, every whispered lie to the right ears had led here. Anya would destroy herself tonight, and I would finally win.

That her heart still beat irregular, human, hers. His hands hovered near her waist. “You’re not Eden’s daughter,” he murmured. “You’re Eden’s undoing.” She looked up at him, expression unreadable. “They made me to be a story.” “You rewrote the ending.” “No.” Her voice was cold. Measured. “I hijacked it.” Cassian nodded. And whispered, “Then let’s burn the last chapter together.” She reached between them, took his hand, pressed it flat to her belly.

Chapter 49 Cass The assassin comes back for me, and it’s obvious I’m his target. I don’t have time to worry about anyone else; fighting erupts around Warrick, and chaos breaks out near Colt’s side of the table. He lunges again, and I catch another one trying to reach me too, but Victor and Serge cut him off before he gets close. I dodge the first assassin’s strike, deflect his knife, and land a punch across his jaw. He stumbles but recovers fast. I back up, hit a table, and my hand closes around a vase. Instinct takes over. I smash it over his head. He reels, and I drive a kick into his stomach. The man doubles over, and I bring my knee up hard into his face. He drops, clutching his nose, ju

Vanilla questioned, barely able to sit up, gaze filled with confusion and dread. “Hey, keep it down or you will get us all in trouble, the guards hate it when we make noise.” A girl at the far end hissed, her voice filled with annoyance. “She is new here, cut her some slack Maya.” Another girl countered. “Well, she should learn to follow the rules then, I am not ready to get beaten for anyone, but you can if you want.” “Stop being so bitter, our life is already hard as it is.” The girl responded as she stood up, her chain clinking against the ground from her every move. She had on a kind smile on her face. “Hi, I am Cinderella.”

I knew that one wrong move, one twitch and I’d be snapped in half by him, or the stone-faced guards looming just outside. I needed him to want me to take me with him, to lower his guard for even a fraction of a second. And when that moment came, I would strike. But that time wasn't now. I had to play the obedient naive stripper he thought I was. I took the two steps that separated us, stopping just before his spread knees. His ice-chip eyes held mine captive. "What is your name?" "Raven," I breathed. "Raven," he repeated my name like a dark, intimate caress on his tongue. "A scavenger. A bird of ill omen. Fitting."

My heart shattered. Despair turned into a strange, wild strength. I didn't try to dodge again. Instead, I grabbed a pure silver candelabra from a nearby table. The silver seared my palm, sending up acrid smoke. But I needed this pain. This pain made me feel alive. With all my might, I swung the heavy candelabra at the assassin's head. He hadn't expected me to grab silver barehanded and stumbled back. The next second, the manor guards finally arrived, pinning the assassin to the ground.

I was able to merge into the background, smiling, and being happy for my cousin as she married the man of her dreams. I was throwing those shoes away as soon as I had the chance. High heels were going to be my downfall. No wonder Cinderella left her shoe on the palace steps when she ran away. The darn things were impossible to walk in.

I pointed at the last girl on the line, she stepped out of the line and I flashed her a toothy smile. “My name is Cinder. I am a 19 years old werewolf who was taken from the pack to clear off my poor father's debt. I will serve you as my new Lord with all my might.” she blurted out, I blinked before gulping down nothing. “Cinder!” I exclaimed, unable to say anything else to the girl who just told me her sad story without realising it. “Yes, your Highness!” she bowed and I chuckled lightly. “It’s nice to have a beautiful girl like you as my maid.” I moved closer to her and tapped her shoulders.

Without hesitating, she grabbed the ladder and began to climb. As she climbed higher, she felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She could see the roofs of the buildings surrounding her, a bird's-eye view of the city. She kept climbing, her fingers gripping the cold metal rungs. Suddenly, she heard footsteps on the stairs behind her. She whipped around and saw the man, his eyes narrowed and determined. She started climbing faster, desperation driving her on. She could hear him getting closer, his feet thudding on the metal steps. As she reached the top of the fire escape, she looked around frantically, searching for an escape route. Just then, she saw a figure on the roof of