The Cat From Cinderella Novels & Stories

He pointed to the screen. I glanced at it. A giant headline jumped out at me. [The Innocent Cinderella Is Not What She Seems: Secret Trysts Revealed! Monday, Wednesday, and Friday With Him—And Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday With…] I scratched my head. It looked like the kind of trashy gossip article you'd find in sketchy tabloids. Some random scandal, probably. Then I scrolled down. The first photo was a close-up of my face, dark circles and all, looking like something straight out of a horror movie.

Luna read the note carefully and then looked at the debt collector, his tone was perfect to tell the story, and she was surprised by what he said. "Even though I'm a lender, I also do business fairly. I'm afraid that Vivian taking this money through illegal means will affect me. That's why I let someone investigate her. I didn't expect Vivian to turn from Cinderella into a princess." He smiled happily. "You know, she caught her a goldfish." Placing the paper on the table, she leaned back in her chair. "What do you want?" Adjusting his position in the chair, he leaned forward, holding out ten fingers. "The payment she owes me with ten percent interest."

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet. Back then, I'd run around like a rat, dragging my cats from hiding spot to hiding spot. Not anymore. Now I had guardians too. I straightened up and walked out, head high. "Need something?" Alan didn't even glance at me. His eyes locked on my cats. "I saw what happened upstairs. Your little mutts have some bite. Hand them over. I might let you live." I let out a cold laugh. "They're my cats. Why would I give them to you?"

He had used every drop of his power to get her here. "I am the one who chose you," Cat muttered in her sleep, her hand reaching out to grab his tattered sleeve. Elias froze, his heart—stilled for centuries—giving a strange, painful flutter. "What did you say?" Cat’s eyes snapped open. They weren't gold anymore. They were a deep, haunting hazel, filled with a knowledge that was 400 years old and brand new. "We need to talk about Pendle Hill, Elias," she said, her voice steady. "And we need to talk about who really turned you into a monster."