Glass Slippers Novels & Stories

The air inside the ballroom was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and vintage champagne, and the sound of a string quartet playing in the corner almost drowned out the low murmur of dozens of people who turned to stare at us because they clearly thought we had been vaporized in the Berlin explosion. "Keep your chin up and don't let them see you blinking at the lights, because we are the ghosts that everyone invited and we need to act like we own every single one of these marble tiles," Lucien whispered into my ear as he adjusted his cuff links, and I could tell his shoulder was bothering him by the way he held his arm, but his face was a mask of perfect, icy calm.

Autumn gave her a fake smile as she puts the stilettos back into her feet. "I'm talking about your dark eye bags, Rosie. And you're welcome." Even if she already turned her back from Rosie, she knows that the girl was fuming. She won this round. She walked out from the hall like a winner. She was finally at the parking lot. She was almost limping because her shoes were killing her. As soon as she was inside her car,she removed her shoes again and threw it at the back. She heaved a sigh of relief as she steps into her comfy sandals.

"For protection. You seem like you need it, girl." "My favorite book of poetry," Mr. Zuo said, handing her a leather-bound volume. "You mentioned enjoying verse the other night." "Did I?" Deja asked, dazed. Mrs. Zuo offered a small, intricately carved wooden box. "Specialty teas from our family garden. For when you need a moment of peace." "And these," Lily grinned, presenting a pair of ridiculous, fuzzy slippers shaped like dragons. "Because your feet are always cold, and these match your personality. Fierce but secretly cozy."

She closed her eyes and let the music lead. And just like that, the walls she had so carefully built began to shift. Visions flared. A house with blue curtains. Hands clapping after a recital. Then flames. Walls melting. Screams muffled behind closed doors. A child’s voice crying for help. She missed a note. Another. Then stopped altogether. Tears welled. Hot, unforgiving. She pressed her palms to her eyes. It hurts God, it hurts. The remembering. --- Outside the glass room, Adrien waited.

Silver light poured through the glass. And I realized I did not know my family at all.

She wouldn’t miss this time! “Bullshit. I couldn’t give you anything else! You’d guess it in a second.” Hollis chuckled, pulling into a large fenced in gate. “We’re here anyway-” "Ice skating!?” Whitney snapped her fingers, not having heard anything her girlfriend just said. Her honey brown eyes pooled with fear as they gazed into Hollis’ elated cloudy grey ones. “Please tell me that’s not it. I’m the clumsiest person in the Universe, and I’ll take you down with me I swear to GAWD."

The fact that my neck was bare registered in my head, but I was already moving out of the bathroom. I didn't have any earrings. Or I couldn't find mine. "Better", Sydney smiled, on seeing me. I smiled back, "Did you happen to see my shoes?" "I'm sure you can find something in your wardrobe" My? I frowned at that but walked to the wardrobe anyway. True to her words, all the shoes were my size, all the glassy 'Cinderella' slippers that came with a prize. I donned on the simplest thing to wear, a sandal with a little heel platform.

she says. “I doubt I’ll think it’s childish and I already know you’re girlie. I like the girlie side of you. What is it?” She goes into her closet and pulls out a giant pair of fluffy slippers. They have stripes like tigers and little eyes above the toes. I laugh and walk over to her. “These definitely have to come, and I want to see them on your feet tonight,” I say, taking them and putting them with the other things we’re bringing with us.

I felt countless needles pierce my trembling soul. I wanted to rush forward and tear off Delila’s false mask. Moreover, I had so many questions for Kelvin. Were all our past memories nothing but a joke? But I could not do anything. I could only watch helplessly as Delila grew bolder. She reached out to touch the necklace around Kelvin’s neck. It was my gift to him after working three months straight. Just as her fingertips were about to touch it, Kelvin abruptly stepped back. He frowned tightly. A flash of irritation darted through his eyes, as if he had reached his limit.

She could not afford to give away how she was feeling about the whole thing in case they suspect something. “Oh my gosh!!!!—” “—look at you!!!!!” They held hands and squealed, dancing around till Lorel realized she wasn’t wearing shoes herself. Looking around she realized that the fairies had given them privacy and she spotted a glittery gold glass slipper on the vanity table in a shoe carton. Lorel walked towards it and paused for a while before taking it in her hands, It felt like glass and sounded like one too. “Try it on.” She looked to see Eve smiling softly at her and agreed to wear it immediately. She was only worried that something might lead to it breaking and piercing her foot.