Cinderrlla Story Novels & Stories

Immediately Belinda heard that shocking revelation, she screamed and collapsed! Life doesn’t always go the way we plan or towards the direction we want and as humans, all we can do is hope and pray that things turns out the way we desire because we don’t have the Final Say. Belinda was already excited at the thought of reclaiming her lost son but that hope was instantly crushed and shattered in a twinkle of an eye. The heart break that came with the news of Rita’s disappearance was too much for the devastated woman to bear and it made her unconscious.

“You! Why are you so foolish?” When she had returned to the Fuyao Palace, Cindy was distraught when she realized that the Lily Lamp was missing from the secret room. She hurtled towards the Carter residence. When she saw that Darryl was awake and Little Fairy’s extremely weak condition, the fairies knew that they were too late. Little Fairy had used her spiritual energy to save Darryl. Cindy was devastated; the other fairies’ eyes were red and teary too. Second Fairy had passed away not too long ago; they hadn’t got over it yet.

She fingered the rose tattoo that was now starting to die and dialed a number but before she could press send she slammed the phone down. Mackayla went and took a cold shower Blake went to visit Jada. He paced the fence Jada crouched up in a tree hissing at the anger that shrouded his aurora. Blake cursed I know she had a man before but I swear I smelt two the first a very faint one but

CHAPTER 158 CINDY'S POV The moment I got into my room, I slammed the door right against myself, turning the key through the lock after which I returned to the bed, sitting heavily against it. "The nerve that good for nothing has to try to reveal my little secret to Rahl. I began to imagine how he would have reacted to it and that alone sent chills through my spine. Jr would be so mad and wouldn't hesitate to Kill me. I was panting heavily. And it took. Ne a few seconds to regain my breath. A sharp feeling of thirst on my throat and the search for water began. I soon found a glass sitting pretty on the bedside table. I smiled as I gulped down the content of the cup, glad that I didn't have to

If that doesn't work out, I am worried about Cindy when she gets disappointed. "My love, don't get your hopes up. We're not sure if she will see us, OK?" "I'm sure that she's going to talk to me." She replied, well if that's going to happen, I will be very thankful. While Charles and Mia were in another car with us, Lance was left in the palace to take care of things for us. Lance told me that Lorena, Cindy's aunt, lives in the most crowded neighborhood in Fairbanks. I never thought that she would choose to live there when she was a witch. As far as I know, they didn't want to be acquainted with people much.

Cinderella was coming. Indeed, she came. She squatted to Ciara's height and daringly picked her chin. " Ciara, What's with that look? Surprised I didn't forget your name? Or... " Her manicured fingers soon began digging into Ciara's jaw until the latter began to bleed. Ciara was attacked. She seethed, wincing at the excruciating pain of her skin being dug out by Cinderella's long fingers. " Cinderella_ " When she couldn't bear the pain anymore, Ciara cried out Cinderella's name. Her petite body on her knees like a four cornered dog.

The blonde girl asked at length. I shook my head. “I just don't know what to say.” “What's your story?” she asked. “My parents were killed in front of me, my siblings taken away and here I am. I have no idea where I am or who you all are.” “It seems you don't care,” she continued. “I do. My name is Cilla Markle, I will be 18 in a week's time and was looking forward to escaping to the human world with my best friend Jada but my father's betrayal of the pack was discovered before that. He's the reason I ended up here.”

She pulls out the words. “Why?” Lee’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Did they refuse to follow you back on I*******m? Reject your MLM skincare pitch? Ignored your flirtations?” The silence cracks like ice. Cindy’s heels click against the floor as she approaches with the slow precision of a cat deciding whether to play or kill. She bends, lowering herself until she’s nose-to-nose with Lee. Her perfume — something floral, expensive, suffocating — clouds the air. “They tortured. They broke. They raped. They killed.” She straightens herself up. “Destroyed every fucking thing.” My hand slaps over my mouth before the sound can escape. “They ruined my life!”

The room fell silent immediately after Elaine’s words. “Mrs. Bo suddenly brought up something from three years ago, instead of playing the sympathy card. What does that mean?” a reporter whispered. “What I want to explain is that Cindy injured her back while saving me. The wound left a scar, and to cover it up, Cindy’s team made some emergency arrangements. So…” After a pause, she glanced at the large screen, “The woman in the photos is not Cindy. Cindy has a flower tattoo on her back—Cindy, show them.” Before going on stage, Cindy had changed into a backless dress, with a silk shawl draped over her shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s the truth. But being here, it keeps us safer than out there.” “How did you end up here?” I ask, realizing I don’t know much about her past. Lilly hesitates, her voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s a long story. When I was eighteen, me and some friends went on holiday. Me and Claire, my best friend, went out one night and got grabbed. I’d heard stories about human trafficking, but I never thought it could happen to me. We were locked up for weeks. Then we got moved here, and I thought we’d be able to escape, you know? Because we were brought to our own country. But it wasn’t that easy. Claire... she didn’t make it. Then the place got raided, and we were freed.”