Sinful Cinderella の小説・ストーリー

I noticed the way Inna immediately shot him a glare. I blinked, suddenly aware that my heart had started beating faster. I hadn’t realized that was how it looked. I was only curious about their relationship, nothing more. Just because something had happened between Adrien and me—and just because I had learned he was the father of my child—didn’t mean I suddenly had feelings for him. That wasn’t how liking someone worked. “Ma’am Cassandra has a boyfriend,” Inna scolded Aljun. “Why are you trying to ruin someone’s relationship?”

You need to understand. Sometimes our life turn into something, when we are not able to know someone, they might have a dark side , yet they manipulated us with their sweet words , it's just like a sweet knife. But at last they will surely stab you from back, Jayden character is similar to this. That's the main point. This book name is "sinful". Hope you understand. I don't have any words now. Maybe I sound too harsh but still it's already on disclaimer. If you don't like this, don't read this. It's someone's hard work. Still I blame myself, maybe there was something I couldn't show, I couldn't explain.

Shrugging to myself, I walk up to him just as he takes his eyes off of the magazine and settles them on me. "So, you got everything done, my butternut?" He asks sweetly and on cue that lady comes out too. "How much is it, miss?" He asks her in a sweet, gentle voice while eyeing her differently. Uh oh, looks like he will not spare her even. Bloody dirty soul! But I will take care of it tonight, for sure. Looking at the lady, I jut one of my eyebrows at her, urging her to say the price. And she does. "Uh, it will be sixty dollars sir!" I give her a smirk which means I appreciate you, girl. She smiles shyly before taking the money that Devin gives her. As I have said, she deserves it. And besid

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

Ace said. "What the..." Nelson cursed from the back of the car. "G, you got expensive bloody leather chairs, and, what hell keeps hindering me from...ooohhh look what I found," he cooed after picking up the item which hindered his legs from laying flat and comfortable on the car floor. "Will have the shit sold after washing," Ace replied referring to his car. "Guys, Cinderella dropped her glass flip-flops," Nelson mocked, lifting a pair of white turned brown thin-soled tattered perforated flip-flops from the car floor.

His eyes looked hollow, full of sadness, like a boy who had lost something he could never find again. But then Lydia, Naomi’s mother, stood. Her gown rustled as she faced the altar. “There is no need for you to carry all the blame, Sister Camille,” Lydia said firmly. “Children sometimes speak without wisdom. Our Naomi too had words that were not gentle. I will apologize for my daughter’s bad manners. Forgive her also.” A murmur ran through the hall. Some women nodded again, their eyes darting to Naomi.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You just said yes to another man this morning and now you're all over my fiancé trying to seduce him? You have no shame!" Before Sofia could react, Amanda threw the wine in her face. Then slapped her. "Stay away from my man, you b****!" Time froze. The entire room went silent. Sofia stood there, wine dripping down her face, shock and humiliation crashing over her. Then Alessandro appeared. He walked toward them slowly. Calm. Dangerous. He stopped in front of her and lifted her chin. "Little wife," he said quietly, "you will do exactly as I said."

Hopefully, it helps, I walked towards the staircase when I saw three ladies dressed in a maid's uniform and I remember Glyndon’s words about some maids taking me to the room. “Uhm…are you here to take me to Glyndon?” I asked the one with cherry lips sweetly and she smirked coldly. “No human bitch, we are here to take you to hell.”She spat out and in a full second, I was unexpectedly pushed so hard from where I stood down the sharp tiny staircase and a scream erupted from my face as I tumbled over, the last thing I heard was me screaming about my baby and hearing the ladies laughing, calling me a weak cursed rogue.

“Leave her out of this. She’s innocent.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my reaction. “Innocent?” He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine, his breath hot and menacing. “No one is innocent in my world, Erica. Especially not after crossing me.” I tried to swallow the panic rising in my throat, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Please just let us go. Please.” Raffael’s eyes darkened. “Too late for that. I gave you a chance to live, and the two of you blew it. Now Lilibeth will pay for your mistake, and trust me, neither of you will get a painless and quick death.”

I dipped the bloody fingers in. The scream this time nearly split his throat. I sighed in pleasure. “You touched her with these hands,” I reminded him calmly. I dropped the bowl. Picked up the sword. Heavy. Sharp. I smiled at him one last time. “For your final sin.” One clean swing. Blood splashed everywhere. Silence followed. I didn’t bother looking back. I wiped my hands on my pants and walked out. Nina Blake……I don’t forgive. Not when my dove is involved.