Cinderella The Clock Strikes Midnight Novels & Stories

Your little sister will wait for you. And my attention was suddenly caught by the clock. Oh no! The time! It’s already two hours has passed! That’s the only time Jeoff had given me. I also heard that it was raining so bad. Oh no! You already know what awaits you Charm. “Aling Agnes, I have to go.” as if I am a Cinderella need to return… I mean opposite, I need to return in the devil castle before the clock strike to six. “Did you escape to your husband?” I have no time to answer your curiosity.

Alcinder was barely reaching his jaw. Alcinder was more built than he is. Raphael was slender and dashing and he knew that Elektra couldn't take her eyes off him. He smirked internally. The drive had been a short and quiet one. Alcinder fidgeted with his hands till Avyanna intertwined her finger with his. Together they arrived by 9: 05 PM. They headed down the hall to the auditorium. Loud music blasted their ears before everyone quieted down. Alcinder's hands are interlocked with Avyanna's while Elektra's with Rafael.

If ever a gust of wind will blow, she'll have to hold onto something solid, or else she'll see herself fifty feet above sea level. She's living in a dingy, old and small three-bedroom house along with her cruel stepmom, Klarisse and her bratty stepsister Kendra. She's the same age as her. Her own mom died when she was just five years old. Her dad married again when she was eight years old to Klarisse Wheats. A pretty, blond woman in her early thirties, with her daughter, Kendra. Her father thought of them, her and Kendra to become best friends just because they are of the same age. However, it turned out differently. Kendra is a spoiled brat. Always wanting to have everything she wa

Even the thought of her looking at another man made my wolf snarl, and I had to swallow back my possessive instincts with sheer strength of will. As time passed and the party began to reach its peak at midnight, I could tell that even my mate was excited to see who would win the final battle. But as the clock struck twelve, Cinderella turned out to be the least expected person in the room; someone who hadn't even been on the list of candidates selected by Jeremy's parents. "Wanna get out of here?" I whispered into Mirage's ears as cheers went out in the room for Jeremy having found his mate and both the Alpha couples went to congratulate the young man.

His voice is nonchalant, but his shoulders are tense. He cares if I like it, I realize. And that’s so sweet, and I don’t know what to do with it. I slide the ring onto my left hand and hold it up to the light. “It’s beautiful,” I say softly. I wonder if Cinderella ever wished she could have kept the ball gown, instead of having everything vanish at midnight. Nathan clears his throat. “I’ll let you get ready. We’ll leave here in half an hour.” The door clicks behind him.

By half past six the sky was starting to turn purple and Iryna was leading us back toward's Cinderella's Castle. "We have dinner reservations." We entered a huge dinning room with massive vaulted ceilings and archways. Cinderella, Belle, and Aurora were all working the room, giving us the opportunity for few more great pictures. Cindy got particularly excited about a picture with Belle, her favorite princess from when she was a girl.

Cinderella, Snow White, and Ariel arrived in the castle inside a pumpkin carriage. “Remember, you only have until midnight to party!” the fairy godmother told Cinderella. “Why is it only me and not them…?” Cinderella muttered, but in the end just nodded in understanding. She knows that with her stepmother’s hateful personality, she would definitely give her a beating once she found out that she snuck out of their house, and even go to attend the ball which she has forbidden her to go to before when the palace announced in every home about the prince wanting to find a woman to marry.

"Isn't all this like Cinderella? You are Cinderella, disappearing at midnight and I'm your Prince." Midnight shook his head biting down a chuckle. "Cinderella my ass."

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

The bar was too crowded, the music was too loud and not her style, and she'd already looked through most of the museum exhibits. “This is how the Prince felt after Cinderella left,” she murmured. “All I need now is his shoe.” She chuckled mirthlessly at her own joke. Somehow, she knew Ethan would have laughed at it. She checked her watch. It was just after midnight, which really fit with the whole Cinderella vibe. She glanced around again and decided she was done with the party.