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Cinderella's Spaceship

Rafaela grew up in the Cinder Sector of the outer belts, an isolated region that her step mother and step sisters can't bear. She's eligible to enter the Prince's race, if she can get her mother's old scout ship repaired in time, but she also needs to discover what her mother really left behind. Prince Brendan needs to catch a bride that he can trust. He was born with Corporate records written into his genes in a Solar System brewing with political strife. He bets his future on a race, but will he find out what this Cinder girl's family is tangled up in? With interstellar travel still confined below the speed of light, the vast majority of humanity now carries the extra pair of chromosomes packed with an inheritance of genetic memories. Those who don't carry the extra genes have been disregarded for centuries. Humanity needs to let go of the past in order to expand their future. Will a young woman, a young man, and a dragon be able to forge a brighter future between two stars? Cover redesigned by Bloom759, face based off Artflow.ai generation. --- On hold because I'm getting the shattered shunt removed finally! (The list of possible complications is a bit scary, but not compared to living with my brain fluid leaking out.)

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227 Chs

A: Extra Large

Adrian returned to Eks Corp's Headquarters in Central without enthusiasm. Brendan wasn't here. The only thing that had really changed with his return was that their messages could be exchanged within minutes instead of years.

The station seemed quiet compared to some of the times he had visited. The lighting in the passages held the gentler hues of the night cycle. Not everyone slept during this shift of course, but many did.

He came to a halt at the entrance to one of the lifts, and stared at the overlarge woman standing in front of it. She was beautiful, and in an age when most people were genetically edited into existence, that was saying something.

Her hair was unusually thick and coiled, with a glitter to it that suggested gleaming scales, as though someone had tried to mimic the features of fabled Medusa. Her glare into the lift was nearly as sharp as that legendary figure's gaze too, as though she expected an enemy to rise before her any second now.