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Prince Cinderella

Prince Cinderella

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Chapter 1Ā The Incident

Word Count: 1672 Ā Ā Ā |Ā Ā Ā  Released on: 13/04/2022

ps strikes through the air, making it feel like the other work fired at the Earth, a thunderbolt, but the sky protected it from touching the earth. I looked through my window hoping the rain w

. About to stand again, I felt a tightening in my guts. My head felt heavy, my eyes went shut and th

the taste of camphor; the sour spit that hunger released in

d, but she had

ed, watching her sleep. And now I had t

tapped her h

I know she didn't hate me. My mother was the best in the world. She'd always told me that... I was a princess in my little world. And I believed her. That wasn't until I got p

called aloud

asleep?" She asked me in her

time. The ba

still in pain. Hand me the

Your breathing might just get worse. It's icy c

aning my tired body against hers, I could still heart the noisy breath she had. My mother walked

s hurting

my dear. You'll be alright

und them and slit them with its sharp and jagged teeth, releasing a potent poison that irritated the

on't worry about me. I'll f

ier. I could feel my mum shive

" She held her chest a

as if I'm already having contractions and before the n

he subconscious of my mind. Staggering and dripping wet, I pulled myself to the pole stand. Looking down the street, everything

*

utes L

op it but it zoomed away, wi

I didn't need anyone walking along the street as usual, exce

teeth to the pain

to the corridor of a white-painted kiosk that stood

om me. I looked down at my gown to see it was wet. It wasn't the wetness of the rain; it was something different. Probably my water just got broke. In fear that I might los

-bee

he rain increased. And I was the onl

th grade and I'm a 15-year-old. My dad left my mum ever since I was a baby. I have li

t when we face Drake, but he rejected being responsible for any of it. His

was a call from 911. I picked immediately. Thought my immediately right this

I begged, but my voice

hear you!" A baritone voi

here." I tried to explain but anothe

e water. It felt warmer. I tried to endure the pain, but it was difficult. Everything was. Looking again, my e

ling. For help, that never came. I l

n whooshed

a bastard child, but I want to keep this. I deserve to suffer and probably die f

the... Yes; I need to breathe. That was the world I kept telling myself until I fel

aaaaaah W

from my hand. I zipped it, my fingers shivering at the weakness, but I pulled through. I deepened my fingers and brought out a nail scissors. Hoping it was sharp enough. I used

I kissed his forehead. Taking out my sweater to give him comfy, unwrapped it over his tiny body. Waiting

eard a faint beep of siren wails. '

by eyes to the blurry sky. It was still far. It was still night. My eyes turned to wh

way up to my view as my eyes fell on my baby. He

had ha

athing, but bleeding. It drenched both of us in wa

a loud groan, but the police officers looked at themselves in total shock. And instead of them

or murdering your baby

t handcuffs chained to my wrists as they dragged me like a bag of tras

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