Hood Cinderella Novels & Stories

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

‘Something was off about this Halloween,’ Heather thought. She waited for a minute before she decided to walk back inside the house, since it was getting frosty. Heather rotated on her heels to only see the back of a stranger in a black gown sitting near the small muddy pond, sketching blood into the invisible air. No one was there when she was coming out, so when did this person appear here? Curiosity punched into her system, and she called, “Who are you? Do you live nearby? And what are you doing here at this hour?”

“Tiny thing, maybe five-four? Asian, super pretty, early twenties. She put it down and hurried away like she forgot something important.” My heart did an Olympic-level somersault. Petite. Asian. Pretty. Makes Filipino rice cakes like it’s her love language. Dalia. I gripped the bag so hard the handles creaked. “She… ran off?” I asked, voice cracking like a thirteen-year-old. The lady nodded. “Yes, dear. Almost like she overheard something and got spooked.” Jacob was still clueless, munching on invisible popcorn. “What’s the big deal? Secret admirer?”

Lorien.exe has stopped working My Cinderella. What the hell? Am I hearing it wrong? I step backwards, completely forgetting the fact that my left foot hurts. "You—" my voice croaks. "your Cinderella!? Do you even know what you are saying!?" The smug smile that is drawn across his porcelain face makes it even more harder for me to concentrate, if anything, it burns up my cheeks. I am afraid my head is steaming. "Can't I call my girl, 'my Cinderella'?"

My head thunked hard and I saw stars. Everything went crazy. Someone grabbed the Queen Mother. Someone grabbed me. Lace hung from my dress in a long strip, showing the soft pink satin underneath. It felt like I was more exposed than if I were naked. My pale pink high heeled shoe sat on the bottom step looking like Cinderella had left it there for the prince to find.

I was the only one there and I thought of having a cool bath before I fetch the water but I can't tell how many times I will fetch the water and so I needed to hurry. I lay my bucket in the water just for the content to enter my bucket and then I heard voices, although it was faint and soon, the voices were getting clearer and I could hear the footsteps. I hurriedly carried out my bucket from the water and was about to place it on my head when someone just shouted my name, clapping her hands together in mockery of me. That was Hazel's voice. What was she doing in the stream? I carefully kept my bucket on the floor and looked at the three ladies.

Agatha eagerly responded: "Keva told us about you and your health. You need time to fully recover. So, I decided to invite you to stay at our home. I’ve even had someone refurbish an old room so you can rest and receive treatment as if it were your own home." "What? Like home? Is your mother some kind of crazy woman?" Cara shook her head, muttering and then asking, "Do all rich people go mad?" She looked around at each person, then fixed her gaze on the door, waiting for someone to appear and shout, "Congratulations! You've passed the temptation challenge. We were just pranking you with a hidden camera." But no matter how long she waited, nothing happened. She started questioning herself—was

I give out a polite nod back before turning around and leaving the CEO’s office. *** Ava bursts into laughter, the sound echoing in my living room. It's quite great to have my apartment back. “You are like freaking lady bug.” Her dimpled smile is wide. “Or even better, Cinderella.” She covers her mouth with another laugh. I can’t help but chuckle at my pathetic situation. “I had the same thoughts. We sure think alike sometimes.” I sip in my bottle of Foco-fola. Her brows furrow, looking like a particular thought has crossed her mind. “What about your voice though? He doesn't recognize that?”

Annie is damn angry now as her hippo is just being emotional here rather than to be practical where their lives are at stake. The sentence just broke something inside Sandy that he looked dangerously at his Cinderella

“Okay, take my attitude of rebellion and amp it up to a thousand. She’s half a foot taller than I am, and she adds in high healed boots, making her look huge. She dresses like an old school punk rocker in combat type gear and there’s nothing natural about her hair color. She’s loud and friendly. Not the personality of a typical vampire, and opposite to any movie type of vampires. You’ll like her.” “Well, if nothing else, characters are not lacking around here. What is it about everyone fearing poor Hilda?” “She feeds us. You never know what she’ll do to the food if she’s offended. One time she went on strike. Chaos reigned and nothing got done that month. She is the boss around here and she