Cinder-freakin-Ella

Cinder-freakin-Ella

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 12, 2016
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RWBY
My name is Ruby Summers and I'm Cinderella. My step-mom is something that rhymes with witch and her two things that she calls wonderful children are even better! While I'm forced to live with them I try to make them something that rhymes with kissed. They have made my like something that rhymes with bell. They make me so angry I can't even swear! All I'm doing is waiting for my dream collage to accept me so I can leave that bell-hole and find my Prince Charming. Or will that happen sooner than expected? This is the story of Ruby Summers.
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I wanted a baby. I really, wanted to have a baby... It wasn't an option of wanted one right now, given my super-hot boyfriend already knocked me up... I was going to have a baby. I just had to tell him... Need to tell him. Enter the problem. My stepdaughter. I loved her. She hated me. Absolutely normal. She was daddy's little angel and could do no wrong in his eyes. She didn't want a sibling... Like she had a say in it. Back to my super-hot builder boyfriend, more correctly, my super fine baby daddy. I had to drop the B-BOMB. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Ugh, maybe... We weren't not trying to get pregnant, but we weren't trying either. We were just having a lot of sex. Great. Mind-blowing sex! Legs shaking... kind of sex! I thought he'd be happy about it.. I thought she'd get over it.. I thought maybe after nearly eight years together, he'd put a damn ring on it. You see my point? Tantrums. Fighting. Tears. One hell of a night later, and no one seem to have seen my point.

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