Glass Slippers Novels & Stories

Corvin gently set me down, and I stood still for a moment, simply amazed, feeling as though I have walked into a world crafted entirely of light and privilege. “Feel free to use those slippers,” Corvin said, stepping slightly ahead of me. I looked where he pointed and saw the sophisticated house slippers, which looked fluffy, comfortable, and, naturally, were a soft shade of gold. I slipped a pair on, noticing they were large for me. I followed Corvin into the room. “Welcome to my suite,” he said, his voice deep and inviting. I took a deep breath and looked around one last time. The huge glass windows drew me in, and I walked towards them to look down at the city lights.

I wanted to snap and tell them the truth, but I swallowed my words. One little rant couldn't possibly tell them the enormity of my pain and suffering. Every smile in that room felt fake, thin masks hiding rot beneath. The air grew suffocating. I needed to breathe. Just as I reached the stairs, Meredith followed me. She wore an elegant gown, lips curled in a venomous smile, eyes glittering with malice. "Just because everyone's stroking your ego doesn't mean you've won. Samuel wouldn't have married you if George hadn't threatened him with the inheritance. You're a replacement, and a defective one at that. You have no right to be his partner!"

I lift it and press it to my face, feeling it mold perfectly to my features as if it was made just for me. A glimmer catches light at my feet, drawing my gaze downward. There, resting like treasures, lie slippers made of glass, impossibly delicate and shaped with flawless precision. They seem to glow, as if a gentle light shines from within their translucent walls. When I slip my feet into them, the sensation is unlike anything I have ever known, and I feel weightless, as if the slippers are waiting patiently for the steps I have yet to take. As I stare at my reflection in the faint gleam of the looking glass, I am caught between the urge to laugh at the wonder of it all and the urge to cry

I challenged, hiding my confusion behind sarcasm. Florian's golden eyes were unfathomable, his voice cold as he replied: "My leg suddenly started hurting again, so now I need it. Is that not allowed?" There was a dangerous edge to his words, daring me to refuse. "Of course it's allowed," I conceded, looking down at my boots. "Can I wear these slippers?" I pointed to a pair by the door, trying to act as if my pulse wasn't racing. Florian operated his wheeled healing chair with practiced ease, moving to a scent-lock cabinet and opening it. He pulled out a new pair of slippers, still wrapped in packaging. The deliberate action spoke volumes – these were purchased with a visitor in mind.

"Now can you please tell me why the fuck you still have a problem with shoes?" I can't help but smirk, "I'm waiting for my glass slippers," I muse, lifting my feet to poke his leg just when a low growl echoes of the walls and both our heads snap to Jaxson and Sophia, only now realising we had an audience. Sophia seemed amused, Jaxson not so much.

They pounded cherry into paste and used it as gloss for her lips. Her lips shined beautiful red. She wore a beautiful white gown, crested with diamonds too. She wore a pair of glass slippers decorated with rubies. Her skin was shinier. She took a long bubble bath and ate a very delicious meal. She was happy but the thought of her dead parents and Alex was pulling her happiness down. She stared sadly at the mirror but she smiled, looking at how beautiful she was. If Miles saw her, he will faint. She was going to give him a big surprise. The maids had used make-up to cover all her cuts and bruises, making her perfect.

I snided, the corner of my lips bent. “I think… this glass will pierce through my shoe,” she slurred lazily, her breast still rested on me. She groaned. My eyes drifted to the floor. Her shoes were that fluffy kind that had no hard sole. Rich people problems. “Stay still, princess.” My hands swept her off her feet, and her hands flew to shoulders. Her fingers curled around them for support. Just then, a maid sauntered in, and one look at the mess, her face fell.

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

"What about these?" She held up a pair of slippers — not like Elowen's fuzzy cat ones, but simple slides. No back, just a soft top part that went over the toes. I took them. Slipped one on. My heel was free. My toes were covered but not trapped. Soft. "For inside?" Elowen asked. "For inside," I agreed. These I could tolerate. For her. "Baby steps," Rowan grinned. "Literally. Now let's get back to the cabin."

Felix cleared his throat and finally gave up, he would grant the girl's wish. "I can't remember very well." "Good, then obey my three wishes," said Belle, smiling with satisfaction, she managed to make Felix give up and want to follow the game. Felix itself doesn't want to bother. After all, as long as the girl's request was only luxury and expensive item, or a house even though Felix would be able to provide it. "Well, my first wish is ... Kiss me here." Belle smiled slyly. Felix is ​​shocked at his request, he thought this girl would ask for luxury goods or money from him, but this? Kiss? Not just kisses! But a kiss! Oh my God!