Sensual Whispers: Tales Of Passion ( Smut Series)
the Cinderella ball 1
On the table sat a handkerchief, a book, and a knife
Zara picked them up one at a time, slowly comprehending what it all meant.
When she turned around she had tears in her eyes.
zara
Oh Mother, can I really?
The fairy sat on her three-legged stool.
The fairy sat on her three-legged stool ---The basement was dark ---except for one candle.
fairy
It's a fool idea and I'll live to regret it, but I did promise...
fairy
You know the rules, though: only until the first stroke of midnight. After that there'll be hell to pay.
fairy
Only idiots insisted on special tools for magic. Anything with an edge works just as well.
She pricked her wrist and let the blood dribble onto the book's last blank page.
Then she used the knife's point like a pen, scribbling bloody words as best she could, careful not to tear the paper.
When she finished she tied the handkerchief around her arm and let the blood soak into it too.
When she turned around her clothes had changed into a dazzling gown, and her hair was coiled up on her head, and delicate, glass-blue shoes sat on her dainty feet. She giggled and practiced a few steps in them.
zara
Now Mother, don't be disapproving. Please?
The fairy sighed and patted the girl on the shoulder.
fairy
Don't mind your mother. It's my job to worry about you Just go and have fun. Make it worth it.
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