Fairy Godmother Falls On Stage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She was mad mad. She did have a point though, Cole and I weren't abominations, it hurt a bit when the Fairy referred to us as that, we were just new creatures that no one yet understood. "I am sorry your majesty." The Fairy apologized and moved back in fear. My godmother's eyes had already turned completely white and the scepter in her hair was glowing. I didn't know that it could do that. "Mother, calm yourself please," Ophelia spoke in a low voice and I barely heard her, she touched her mother's arm softly and I watched her eyes revert back to their normal combination of pink and blue.

she shouts and stands in the middle "First reminder, not too slow and not too fast. Always keep that in mind. This is not the Swan Lake that you guys used to perform. You need to give the La Sylphide that the audience wanted to see. Okay?" I nod my head and we all scream yes in unison. After that walk on our position. The first act is Jameson sleeping on a single couch on the left side of the theater and Aliah is standing beside the chair. A familiar melodramatic song filled the stage as the red curtain slowly open. While I on the other hand am standing backstage waiting for my scene. "Young Lady" I flinch and I creased my forehead when I saw Gordon who's standing beside me.

POV ALFRED "Alfred, please sit down! Everyone is looking!" Teresa forbid me quite embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Teresa, but I can't..." I walk on and thank the guardians that there are no seats in front of us and the only obstacle I need to overcome is a stage. With the flexibility and agility of my body, in three times I find myself on a surface made of wood and covered with flowers that keep falling as she continues the show. Her singing is for them, but her gaze is for me. And although I am not the old mother or the gypsy, I can read what they say and they are hard on me. They judge me a barbarian when I judge their fairy mistress.

Chris said with pride. “Well, darling, you’re going to have a wonderful evening tonight. I guarantee it,” She whispered in Josh’s ear and strutted away. “I highly doubt it,” Josh said after he was certain that she couldn’t hear him. Giselle walked to the back of the stage and as she turned the corner, she looked around to make sure no one could see her and her eyes glowed red. She collapsed on the floor as a dark fog began to seep out of her mouth. The fog took shape and slowly transformed into Gentel.

But when he stands up buck naked, flaming like Lugh of the Long Arms himself, and strikes down Julian with a hunk of wood he’s hurtled like the Invincible Spear, then demands I let go of his mate, well, that was just too much. I fucking hate that asshole. I seriously do. I mean really, come on! I am an actual god! I made that transformation right here, center stage in the middle of this three-ring circus, and all I got was a few stares. What’s it going to take, people? And now, as I’m backpedaling through the crazy rumpus trying to escape with my fae princess because somehow, becoming a god has jacked up my ability to port, I’m fucking upstaged again. This time by her!

"Why is everyone making the same ugly faces?! Hihihihi! Cheer up you old grandpas and aged hags! This is a time for our ancient senile here to finally lose his cherry for the first time in ages. Hehehe. Teach them well, Ammon. You will get your hands full in time. Having a disciple or many at that will certainly... Huh?!" A little girl tried to lighten off the mood of the gods and immortals that were present in the celebration but paused halfway through her words. Everyone mirrored her gaze a half breath too late. They looked below and saw a winged fairy landed upon the immaculate floors of the platform. The stage was empty no longer. "Interesting! We have a visitor." the little girl ended.

“I know, right? A new chapter for both of us.” The bright spotlight and stage effects have finally turned off the audience light. The screams and ovations get even louder when the massive screen splits in two, and fireworks burst on the stage. Ophelia finally takes the stage. Her performance begins with the song “Descended from the Sky.” I’ve added it to my playlist. Our idol pop star looks stunning in her shimmering silver gown, revealing her long, slender legs. She appears to be glowing in the spotlight. When the people sing together, her angelic voice fills the square and makes me want to cry.

She replied, of course that makes sense, fairies are known to be able to restore things to how they once were. “Now let’s get you dressed for your date.” She said and I glared at her. “Sorry not date but a date with Alpha Dario.” Jasmine giggled. “I will be your fairy godmother for tonight so just sit back and relax my dear Cinderella.” Jasmine added. AMBER’S POINT OF VIEW

I asked mischievously. Sebastian arched one eyebrow at my reflection in the mirror. “You did not just use the term ‘fairy’ godmother in relation to me.” He seemed genuinely offended. “I didn’t mean it like… sorry,” I murmured. He looked at me for a few seconds more… and then gazed at himself in the mirror with barely suppressed self-satisfaction. “But yes… yes, I am.” Then he announced loudly, “Alright, people, let’s get Cinderella in the dress, because the fairy godmother has to get back to work.”

“We understand your reluctance, but the people are scared. They need reassurance. If you don’t agree to the trials, there’s only one other option.” I frowned. “What option?” “The fairy godmother,” Elder Agnes said quietly, her eyes sorrowful. “If you refuse to conduct the trials, the council will call upon the fairy godmother to intervene. She’s the only one powerful enough to judge this matter fairly.” The fairy godmother. My blood ran cold at the mention of her. She wasn’t the whimsical figure from children’s stories. She was a powerful, ancient being who dealt with harsh truths. If she came, her decision would be final, and there would be no room for mercy.