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"A poor Cinderella who is mistreated by her evil stepmom, and one day she finds a hiding shelter in the arms of the Prince charming, is that it?" Ryan's lips twisted at her final remark, displeased. "I haven't thought of you as any of that, Claire," he said softly. He had a girlfriend. A reminder made Claire weak despite the strange sensation she'd entertain whenever she was alone with him. "Please, Ryan, let me go," she begged softly. "Claire," Ryan uttered, and that cynic air was all gone. "The truth is—"

I quickly rushed outside and I asked the person the reason why he came to my pack and was hiding he tried to deny it and I told him I was watching him even though the maid was distracted but I saw everything that was going on. I asked him why he wanted to kidnap my children that I was going to punish him and throw him to the dungeon and then he confessed and told me that Katherine, Anna's cousin was the one that sent him to kidnap my daughter and I wondered why she will have the guts to plan evil for us in as much as that one was happening, I was still facing some internal battles inside my pack. Someone was actually planning a lot of plots for me but the camera in my room has helped me so f

It takes my all not to kill the fucker on the spot, dragging my team away I head towards the back of the castle hoping to find somewhere quiet to speak with my sister, no such luck I think as we get trailed after with some of my fathers guards. Turning into the Ballroom I notice the look of disgust on Maddox’s face as he takes in the sight before him. Naked females dancing in cages clearly full of venom, grinding on each other. Naked men handing out glasses of champagne loaded with blood. I can hear the growl coming from behind me as I drag Maddox to a table in the far corner.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

he said. The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Collins pulled her out into a vast, dimly lit chamber. The room was cavernous, with a high ceiling that seemed to disappear into darkness. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and fine whiskey, and the sound of hushed conversations and clinking glasses filled the air. She tried to pull her hand free, but Collins' grip only tightened. They walked deeper into the room, the noise and laughter growing louder. Isabella's heart raced with anticipation and fear. What was Collins planning? And what lay in store for her in this sinister place?

"I don't have any magic skills. Besides, she's a frog!" "She's not a real frog, silly girl, she was turned into this hideous form by her own father. The evil Czar is a sorcerer. He was frustrated by the fact that his own daughter was wiser than him, so he turned her into a frog for three years and what's even worse, promised her to the evil Koschei the Deathless should she dare disobey and regain her human form before the three years run out." "Wait a minute," Cassandra said. "She got turned into a frog by her own father?"

It’s really uncomfortable to try to sleep when someone is doing a samba in your uterus. Rose shrugged. “There’s a lot like that because then you get the Cinderella stories, the knights in shining armor stories, and the healing stories.” “What’s wrong with a good Cinderella story?” Heather asked. “I adore them, and almost every culture has one or two that have been printed as beautiful children’s books.” “Nothing is wrong with a good Cinderella story,” Rose started. I interrupted her. “Except when the prince turns out to be a giant dick, but she can’t escape him because he’s the most powerful alpha and they’re fated mates.”

Most of them, if not all, had a dark version of the truth. Like the infamous rumor about Cinderella. She never met an old fairy godmother. She was a crazy traumatized teenager and all that happened was in her head. There were no glass shoes, there was no beautiful dress that she wore to the kingdom. She never met the prince, never. The princes didn't search for a young lady who wore the finest gown and the glass slippers. The prince married one of her cruel stepsisters. All in her crazy head. Fantasy is suffering in disguise. It makes us want to dream of things that we know, will not happen in real life.

She would make them feel the wrath of a scorned woman. When she went back, she would be Azazel come back to live with a vengeance. It was this hope and the strong hate for her family that had pushed her this far. She wanted to work hard for herself and be able go back for her debt. She knew very well that fire is tempered with fire and pure gold must be passed through fire for it to be tempered and only the purest made it out. She had gone through fire all her life and she knew that her time to shine and for people to see the light had come.

Chris picked up a book and began reading, mainly for the unborn baby. The story was Cinderella. Chris’s voice was calm as he narrated the story, and Paige listened quietly. Paige was familiar with Cinderella’s story, but this time, she listened attentively, getting fully immersed in the story. When the prince and Cinderella were happily together at last, she laughed joyfully. Chris said, "This story... is not good." "Huh?" Paige looked at Chris in surprise. Chris said, "Since the magic disappears after midnight, why is the glass slipper still there? The slipper should also vanish, shouldn't it?"