Novel & Cerita Cinderella Losing Her Shoe

I tucked my hands into my front pockets to hide my fingers from the cold, regretting not wearing a sweater. "Well, you have to do something. Your dad will hear about it if he hasn't already. I highly doubt he won't realize it's you." She said as she pulled out her phone to reply to a text with a large smile. I glanced over her shoulder to see the name. "Dickhead." I read out loud. "That wouldn't happen to be the guy from the party last week, would it?" Bumping my shoulder into hers as a blush filled her cheeks. "Shut up." She snipped as she shoved her phone into her back pocket and laced her arm through mine. "We aren't talking about me. We are talking about you, Cinderella." The groan that

All that seemed to matter was her taking his hand, was her letting him pull her out to the dance floor with him. The rejection could wait. Nadia was wolfless, after all. She would not be able to recognize him as her mate. Kael did not have to do this tonight. No— Tonight he could simply dance with her and forget about the rest. So, he kept his hand out to her and waited. Nadia’s POV Vincent had no shortage of help in ensuring I was prepared for the evening ball. After escorting me to his estate I was shuffled into a room and measured. Dressmakers flounced around the room, scrutinizing and tossing aside stacks of fabric until they settled on a deep, stunning green silk.

"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

He pointed to the screen. I glanced at it. A giant headline jumped out at me. [The Innocent Cinderella Is Not What She Seems: Secret Trysts Revealed! Monday, Wednesday, and Friday With Him—And Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday With…] I scratched my head. It looked like the kind of trashy gossip article you'd find in sketchy tabloids. Some random scandal, probably. Then I scrolled down. The first photo was a close-up of my face, dark circles and all, looking like something straight out of a horror movie.

Hope took off her heels, breathing heavily wiping some sweat of her face with the sleeves of her dress and once the shoes were off she moaned. “Princess!” “Gretchen do you want to kill me? I can’t do this anymore. Who invented these anyway?” she gestured at the heels before throwing them far away from her. She struggled up on her bare feet to which a servant rushed to her side and showered rose petals at them to protect them against the rough ground. “Have you lost your mind?! You must wear your shoes princess, it is part of the princess lessons. Maids bring another pair right now!” she ordered and they scurried to get another one to which Hope took and threw again. “Princess this is an inso

She was independent and spry in her old age and never let me forget it. I walked in and sniffed the air. I knew instantly that Jasmine wasn’t there. Sapphire came running over to me. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to spontaneously shift. Pull it together.” I took a couple deep breaths and nodded. “I wouldn’t do that,” I told her, but she didn’t look like she believed it. Was I really that close to the edge? “Where is she?” I asked. “Who?” I held up the shoe. “Cinderella,” I said dryly.

I stepped into the mud carefully and pulled the slipper out dramatically. “There,” I announced proudly. “Hero of the year.” Amelia clapped her hands sarcastically. “That is so brave of you.” “I know.” “You are so talented.” “I know about that.” “You are so annoying.” “That one hurts a little.” I said, pointing at her. “You will survive.” I walked towards her slowly before kneeling down unexpectedly. Her eyes widened at me. “What are you doing?” “Giving Cinderella her shoe back.” I said and she laughed so hard before speaking up.

She didn’t even have to speak for me to know this was all her doing. How is this happening to me? I thought bitterly. She stole everything — my bracelet which should have symbolized my identity, my peace, and now I am cleaning the floor she walks on. ‘What could be more than this?’ I thought to myself. “Should we start calling her Cinderella?” someone shouted, laughter rising. “Cinderella at least got a prince,” another voice chimed in. “I heard she tried to put out for Liam Vuitton, and he won’t touch her with a ten-foot pole now!”

She wouldn’t give him words of love. “After the weekend, we are flying to Cristonia, because it’s a formality, but my father has to approve our union. But he will love you.” Nick reassured her. I only wish you did, Ella said silently in her head. Nick grinned. “I have something for you. About the fairytales we talked about earlier. Cinderella in the book lost a shoe at the ball. I don’t have a shoe for you to try on. But what….” Nick pulled something from his pocket. “…what about seeing if these fit?” Nick held up her lace underwear from the night of the ball.

I hovered near the edge of the room, smiling when people smiled at me, nodding when they spoke, trying not to feel like I was wearing someone else’s skin. That’s when it happened. I took a step back. And stepped on someone’s shoe. “Oh my God,” a sharp voice snapped. “Watch where you’re going!” “I’m so sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean—” The girl spun around, eyes flashing. “You people think you can just—” Her hand lifted. Time slowed. I braced. Then— A hand caught her wrist midair. Firm. Unyielding. “Don’t.” The voice was low.