A Cinderella Story 2 Novels & Stories

Lorien.exe has stopped working My Cinderella. What the hell? Am I hearing it wrong? I step backwards, completely forgetting the fact that my left foot hurts. "You—" my voice croaks. "your Cinderella!? Do you even know what you are saying!?" The smug smile that is drawn across his porcelain face makes it even more harder for me to concentrate, if anything, it burns up my cheeks. I am afraid my head is steaming. "Can't I call my girl, 'my Cinderella'?"

I think that is something that we should discuss that over dinner” I explained. “But I’ve already had dinner” she said. “And so did I” I laughed. “I guess that we would just have to wait till dinner time tomorrow then.” I said. “That is so long from now, I’m so anxious to know. Can’t you tell me now?” she asked. “No, be patient Cara. Nothing bad ever comes from patience. I need to just think a bit before I make my final decision and tell you about what I want” I explained. “Okay, I’ll wait,” she said, opening the balcony doors as she walked outside. “It’s…it’s…it’s magical,” she said, losing herself in the starry night view of my manor. A view where the stars twinkled above and the city li

The guard continue to say. "Just go do what I asked"Aurora says grimacing, she watched as the guards stared at eachother in confusion. Then suddenly one of them raced into the castle. Few minutes later, Cindy rushes out of the palace. She looks different, different from the Cinderella she had met in the woods. With the blissful expression and the happy aura emitting from this Cindy, it's so obvious that she's really doing well. She isn't the Cindy that cried in the middle of the dark woods because she was jilted by her former lover, she isn't the Cindy that was worked to the bones by her wicked stepmother and sisters. She's the Cindy that's now the queen of Nevera, she looks lovely in a blue

"Once upon a time there lived a beautiful girl called Cinderella. Cinderella lived with her two step sisters and her wicked stepmother. They were very unkind to Cinderella and made her do a lot of hard work...." Camilla straddled Vanessa in her arms as she kept reading from one of Vanessa's numerous storybooks. Her worried orbs were too noticeable, Camilla could easily tell that she was disturbed and absent minded. The Vanessa she knew should have been deep in her slumber by this time of the night but tonight was a different case.

Julitta said. "Is she subzero or what?" Calhoun mocked. "I hope you have this cockiness when you see her. I'm leaving." Julitta said. Calhoun watched her walk around. He wanted to see how well she can get away from the room. It was the seventh floor of the castle, how would she be able to jump? "If you can beat my choicest soldiers, I will allow you to leave," Calhoun said. Julitta smiled. Of course, she would accept, she didn't plan to leave. She planned to escape.

“A few years before your birth, a prophecy was made to the strongest alpha of the land. The prophecy stated that a woman from our pack would be the cause of his death, leading him to disperse his men and a few skilled assassins and hunters to hunt us down and erase our pack from existence. That was the reason why we migrated to this floating island—for safety.” “And my mother? What happened to her?” I asked. Queen Minerva’s eyes glistened with tears as she remembered my mother. “Claire, together with her wet nurse, Alicia, was successfully kidnapped by one of the assassins.” I turned to Alicia, who was now crying as she recalled her past. “Princess Claire pleaded with the assassin to spare h

She wouldn’t give him words of love. “After the weekend, we are flying to Cristonia, because it’s a formality, but my father has to approve our union. But he will love you.” Nick reassured her. I only wish you did, Ella said silently in her head. Nick grinned. “I have something for you. About the fairytales we talked about earlier. Cinderella in the book lost a shoe at the ball. I don’t have a shoe for you to try on. But what….” Nick pulled something from his pocket. “…what about seeing if these fit?” Nick held up her lace underwear from the night of the ball.

He pointed to the screen. I glanced at it. A giant headline jumped out at me. [The Innocent Cinderella Is Not What She Seems: Secret Trysts Revealed! Monday, Wednesday, and Friday With Him—And Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday With…] I scratched my head. It looked like the kind of trashy gossip article you'd find in sketchy tabloids. Some random scandal, probably. Then I scrolled down. The first photo was a close-up of my face, dark circles and all, looking like something straight out of a horror movie.

With my heart soaring high in the sky, I came out of the room and saw Daleyza standing outside, she jumped to see me. “Sorry for eavesdropping, Ann. Your storytelling ability is top-notch. I was captivated by your voice.” She praised my story for covering up her immoral act of peeking in our personal matters, but her query didn’t let me reprimand her as she asked curiously. “Why did you tell this story with an altered ending, Ann? Didn’t the Prince come to Cinderella with her shoe, and they reconciled in the end? Why did you say that she opened a bakery and lived with her pets?”

And again. "Excuse me," I murmured, standing up. "I need to use the rest room." I felt all three of them watching me as I walked away. Once inside the marbled sanctuary of the restroom, I pulled out my phone. It was a text from Lila. LILA: Ella, I looked at the digital copies again. There’s a second layer to the cipher. The ledger isn't just about the coup. It’s a list of payments made to your birth mother’s estate for twenty years. They’ve been paying for your silence before you even knew you had a voice.