Sinful Cinderella Novels & Stories

"What?" "Have you ever experienced a ghost of conscience while you thought you were doing the right thing?" Asking it. Lucifer sighed and leaned against the wall. "Yes. I was blinded by what I thought was" right "but turned out to be wrong, I was blinded by a good mistake while my soul was on fire." Laughing at it. Ely was shocked because Lucifer suddenly touched her face. "Sin until now that I stand for." Ely swallowed as Lucifer's face suddenly approached hers. Just a few steps away and he will kiss her. "ACHUU"

God, fate, the universe-only that someone or something had given her the impossible gift of a second chance. Memories flooded her mind: the cruel words she had spoken, the love she had rejected, the family she had destroyed because she had been too blind and too easily manipulated. Clara clenched her fists until her nails dug painfully into her palms. "This time..." she whispered fiercely, her voice trembling with determination, "I won't make the same mistakes." Her reflection stared back at her, but this woman was no longer the naive Clara who had died on that marble floor. She had seen betrayal. She had seen death. And she had been reborn.

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

“But do you know what it means to be taken by me?” Ava shook her head, a quick, small movement that underscored her innocence and naivete. Not for much longer. Once I got my hands on her, she’d be filthy. Broken. Just like everything I touched. But she’d be mine. And I was selfish and cruel enough that I’d take her with me while I burned down the world.

Those stories filled me with aggression. I could feel the metal bend in my palms. My jaw clenched, tight. “This lovely nephilim, was captured with a broken wing. With proper care, she was nursed back to health.” The auctioneer ran his fingers through her beach blonde hair. It was matted, as if they hadn’t been taking proper care of her. “Shall we start the bidding? Perhaps at a nice, round $10,000.” He gave a rather wide, cocky grin.

And who had thought the relationship that started with her being his Sinfully can bring a day where he will embrace her and make his faithfully. Once what we called “Sinfully yours” now can happily be rephrased as ” Faithfully yours” THE END__________

She just wanted to leave. I grabbed her hand and started to lead her away when the voice came, stopping me in my tracks. "Children of son always run. You both are a taboo. That woman is a whore. A gold digger. A fanily wrecker. You are going to burn in hell. You are going to end up with bastards and taboos just like you and taint the world black! You noth shall burn in hell." He started to pull out a knife from his back, his eyes fully focused on Cora.

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

Bathed in a single spotlight, it was empty… for now. Behind that stage, in a cold back room surrounded by bodyguards and silence, she stood barefoot and trembling in white lace. Thin fabric clung to her curves, translucent under the glare of a single lightbulb. Her wrists bore faint red marks from the earlier restraints, and her lips, glossed and parted, whispered prayers to a god she no longer believed in. This wasn’t how she thought it would end. She never meant to end up here. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. One bad decision. One wrong man. One debt too steep to pay. And suddenly, she wasn’t a woman anymore. She was merchandise.