Hood Cinderella Novels & Stories

Butcher on the bed, who receives her with open arms. After a minute of intense kissing and finger-teasing of the lips between her legs, he questions her... "What do you want to tell me?" She ignores him, rushing down to unzip his pants with hasty fingers while licking her lips at him. Mr. Butcher sits up and grabs her by the neck, his palm covering every inch. "What do you want to tell me?" She taps his hands, gesturing him to free her throat which he does. Jenny coughs, "It's Sophia. That girl who joined us three months ago. She's a Big Cat, Robert Scofield's daughter."

Occasionally I could hear the sounds of the party below us, but as far as I was concerned, the only people in the entire world in this moment were on this rooftop. “Can it always be like this?” I asked. “I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.” Henry stiffened slightly. He took my hand and then a deep breath. “Do you remember the story of why we throw this ball?” he asked. “It was for the Peasant Queen,” I replied. “To sneak her into society.” He nodded, then opened his mouth and shut it. “What is it?” I asked, shifting on the bench to look at him. He looked at me surprised. “You obviously have something you want to say. So say it.”

Vanilla questioned, barely able to sit up, gaze filled with confusion and dread. “Hey, keep it down or you will get us all in trouble, the guards hate it when we make noise.” A girl at the far end hissed, her voice filled with annoyance. “She is new here, cut her some slack Maya.” Another girl countered. “Well, she should learn to follow the rules then, I am not ready to get beaten for anyone, but you can if you want.” “Stop being so bitter, our life is already hard as it is.” The girl responded as she stood up, her chain clinking against the ground from her every move. She had on a kind smile on her face. “Hi, I am Cinderella.”

There was a vein on her forehead that began to bulge and the woman looked as if she were about to explode. I started to step away from her, “Who in the world do you think I am?” “You are Isabella! Ella! Cinderella! The bitch who made my life hell! So, I am returning the favor!” Just then she wrapped her hand around my throat and threw me into the wall that I had recently had her back pinned to. She grunted before she asked “How else do you explain not dying when those rats showed up in your shed?! You are Isabella reincarnated so you are immune to the damn illness!” She was the one to put the rats in the shed that she threw me in.

"Let's go talk somewhere else. Are you hungry?" "Why don't you say it now?" Hodja asked. "This big house we dream of entering, why can't I go in there?" Vivian's last emotion was trying not to panic. Their mother is inside. Hodja certainly couldn't see her. "Jaime's nephew is sick. I don't want you to get sick. Go somewhere else, okay?" Hodja looked at her with cold eyes. "That's because she's in there. Right?" Vivian was stunned for a moment then quickly shook her head. Pretending to smile brightly, she asked stupidly. "Her? Who are you talking about?"

Queen Mila stared anxiously at him, she was ready to do anything to save her son from the curse that had been placed on him, even before his existence. Her son, Jamal the prince of Zedora had been cursed by Naja, a winter witch to an heart of ice and stone, years before he was born, after finding out that King Carne, Jamal's grandfather was responsible for the death of five maidens from the winter clan, two of which were her apprentice. She had then placed a curse on his third generation which happened to be Jamal. At first, it was called off as a bluff. Not until Jamal was born and he didn't cry like every other new born child neither he laugh. His face was still with no emotions present.

At some point, I started tearing up, and my tears were now dampening my cheeks. I was still consumed by my thoughts. In my previous lifetime, it was on this very day that I lost my dignity and reputation as a woman. While I was unconscious, a group of people stormed into the room and woke me up. Before I could realize what was happening, I heard the voice of my husband, Andrew Stone, ringing out icily. "Ella Turner, is this the birthday surprise you prepared for me?" When I tried to get up, I realized that there was an arm around my waist. A sense of unease crept through me, and I heard the repulsive voice of an unfamiliar man asking me, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

My hair flowed like seawater, my features as delicately sculpted as a porcelain doll, not the fish head that they all expected. Everyone was struck silent. At that moment, I smiled. "Congratulations. You've unsealed the final boss of this scenario, the Sea God. If you defeat me, you can clear this dungeon." Their weapons had been made to defeat the seabirds, and the moment their attacks hit me, they dissolved. "No way, how did Sylvia become the final boss? Did your family keep this from us on purpose?" My parents were shell-shocked. "We have no idea either, she didn't say!"

He was stronger than the rest of them and under her spell, he was worse. It wasn't going to be easy to knock him out. Abigail looked around in search of Lila. She knew when she disappeared into the house and had anticipated that she would be out by now but she wasn't. Definitely, something had gone wrong. "Looking for this?" Lila smiled mischievously, holding out the cauldron where her blood and the rain flowers were mixed. The witch turned around, her face tightening into a frown when she saw Lila with her cauldron.

“I’m not sure. While they were putting out the chimney, sparks started raining down the dining room ceiling lights anyway. Everybody was baffled, because they’d cut the energy to prevent any short-circuits. I’m afraid the nasty things sneaked into the walls following the wiring and are still hiding there.” “Great! And how can we flush them out?” “Lift your top, I wanna check your belly. I think I know a way to get rid of them.” I held the top bottoms up to my chest with a little smirk. “You wanna offer Kujo another snack.” “Yup. So we need to cut his chain before the whole guesthouse goes up in flames.” Trisha knocked on the door and stuck her head into the room. “Hey, Fran! Good to see you’