Sensual Whispers: Tales Of Passion ( Smut Series)
The Cinderella ball 14
fairy
Being her Mother, I do what I can for her. I can make her walk and talk again. I can even make her laugh and love. But it doesn't last.
fairy
Real magic never lasts. I should never have let her go out on her own, but she begged me so and, ah, I have always loved to spoil her.
fairy
How could I know what trouble she would make for you? Look here.
The woman held an open book up to his face. Scribbled across the page were clumsy words in a dried smear. They said:
ZARA WILL GO TO THE BALL AND MEET A PRINCE AND FALL IN LOVE. THEY WILL DANCE ALL NIGHT AND HE WILL LOVE HER MORE THAN ANY MAN EVER LOVED.
Someone had tried to write more, but there was no room. The old woman sighed.
fairy
That's storybook magic: You write it and it happens. You're not exactly a prince, of course, but magic likes names.
fairy
My poor, sweet little fool. I was afraid she'd have her heart broken.
The woman put the book away and smiled like a perfect goblin. The mass of snakes became agitated, coiling into knots around Raj's feet. Beads of sweat ran hard down his face.
Ronan
But now that you're here she will never be alone again. And you can both be happy ever after. Isn't that right?
The old woman kissed the corpse’s cheek. And then Ranon saw the withered body start to twitch and heard the creak of desiccated limbs.
He saw the ropes that secured her slacken and, in the last fraction of an instant before the match went out, he saw the lids rise over her milky eyes, and even detected a stirring recognition in that dead gaze.
By the time the room went dark again Ranon finally had the strength to scream. But there was no one to hear him.
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