Novel & Cerita Sinful Cinderella

"I don't know. I just thought you might like this since I noticed you're really into baggy shirts?" Daeira grinned at him. "I feel like a Cinderella with a personal fairy god mother." "Cinderella?" "You know that Disney princess who has glass slipper and turned from maid into a beautiful woman with glittering gowns through the help of fairy god mother. But only until midnight." "I'm the fairy god mother, huh?" he smirked. "Looks like it," she said. "Well, I would rid of these clothes at midnight too." he teased. "Yah. Don't you dare." she pouted while crossing her arms around her chest which made him grinned at her.

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

She was yet to be slapped by a toddler's reality. “Vee,” she palmed her face, the tone was still shaky. “Are you okay? What happened? Did anyone…” She paused to look in the direction that Violet had pointed. Right on the fucking LED screen. “Oh… That…” Elara mumbled, confused. She looked from the screen to me and I shrugged. “It is what it is.” Both in disappointment and relief, she heaved a loud sigh. “Baby, that's the Grinch. It only scares disobedient children.” She faced the little girl. “And you're disobeying mum by staying up past your bedtime.” That motherly tone slipped in.

ashamed? I want to laugh out loud just at the thought of that. The big alpha man Maddox is ashamed because of a compliment. But it did make me feel good to know he finds me beautiful tho. ''Okay chill grumpy head'' she waved her hand without even looking at him as she finally pulled away from me ''I'm glad to finally see you after all these years. I'm Lydia if you remember me. Maddox and Angelo's sister" Oh, now everything makes sense.

I looked at him and sighed, it still bewildered me how a man who once showed me so much love and care suddenly became a ruthless uncaring man. I thought I found my own fairy tale and happily ever after, however, Lauren turned my Cinderella story into a Cinderella horror... Though the reverse was the case on my own, instead of the prince searching for me with my glass slipper, I searched for the prince with our babies and when I finally found him, he denied the babies and called me a slut. Poor me... I'm kicked back to reality. "I do not trust you Lauren , you never gave me any reason to," Lucas replied without even looking away from his phone. I wanted to laugh so hard and raise my legs but

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."

"You did something that offended me, a lot, but I'm willing to let you go, if you offer an apology to Roxanne." Amber blinked in utter confusion at this, "A...apology?" She scoffed, "What are you talking about?" "Don't play dumb with me," Lance sharply replied. "I know you were the one who egged Christopher on with that useless plan of his. You aided him in kidnapping, made her cry and embarrassed her. I'm willing to forget all that, if you apologize and admit to your wrong doings." He explained and Amber simply rolled her eyes at the explanation.

Warm. Genuine. And young. Much younger. The thought made something dark stir inside me. Because I would be lying if I said revenge wasn’t part of this. Selene always feared aging. Feared younger women replacing her. Now look at us. She was alone. Begging for another chance. While I couldn’t stop thinking about a woman far younger and far more beautiful than she ever was. Maybe fate had a cruel sense of humor after all. The next morning I woke up wondering why

Then she gets up with my tube of blood and exits the room without another word. How can you be a nurse and be so cruel towards your patients at the same time? Hmph, I guess it’s me, though. She was likely told she can’t show any sort of respect towards me because I ‘killed’ the King’s baby. “Alright then,” Lilith scoots up to the end of the bed with a tray on a cart beside her, and from what I can see, there’s a speculum and all sorts of medieval torture devices on there as well, “I’m just going to need you to put your ankles on the stirrups here so we can begin. Sound good?”