Assassin And Cinderella Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

“I am… I would like to meet up with you. I mean, I have something to tell you and I don't think it would be wise if I…” “Schedule a meeting with my assistant,” He cut me off. Oh, dang it! He probably had not known about me yet. He surely doesn't know about the future either. From where exactly did he get entangled with the whole thing? “I am Lyra Henderson. The heiress to the Henderson’s group of companies.” “So?” I sighed again and then palmed my forehead. “Let’s meet, please. I have some information that would be so beneficial to you.” I waited for a few seconds for him to talk and then he cut the call which made me snap my brows together.

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.”

“And do you know who I am? Do not dare come after me, Isabella because you will lose. I am Cinderella Mackenzie, I run this town, I make the rules, and trust me I always win. Ask around about the people that have messed with me if they lived to see another day” she said and with that she stood up and walked away. Isabella, who felt embarrassed, turned and saw the two gossip ladies staring at her. “What are you staring at?” she yelled and they quickly looked away. TBC

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.

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

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."

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.