Cast From Another Cinderella Story Novels & Stories

“I’ll stop you right there, Cindy. I was never in love with you. I was in love with whom I thought was Lolly. Not you! I fell in love with the girl I danced with on the night of the masquerade ball. All these years, I made myself believe that girl was you. But after meeting Lolly, I know now that was a mistake! I know you are not my soulmate. Lolly’s my soulmate!” Cindy clutched at her heart, falling on her knees, bawling. Long lines of tears ran down her cheeks. I thought I’d enjoy this more instead, all I did was feel pity for her. Because I’d been in her shoes, I understood exactly how she felt. If Rue was here, she’d tell me to remember all the times my stepsisters had ruined my life but

He lavished her with tenderness, thoughtfulness, and romance. But now, reality called her back from that illusion. She wasn't Cinderella. The Cinderella , who married the prince, existed only in fairy tales. Sienna's eyes welled up with tears, blurring her vision. She stopped her electric scooter and rummaged through her bag for a tissue. Gently, she dabbed away the tears streaming down her cheeks. Even the simple act of breathing felt like a struggle, each breath sending a sharp pang through her chest. She buried her face in her hands, attempting to calm the storm of emotions raging inside her. Eventually, as her breathing steadied and her tears ceased, she gathered herself and resumed her

But not without making it difficult for Flora in the process. Only after a few months, the young girl turned round, her weight doubled, and he made her do all the housework. He fired all the housemaids as his ways of cost-cutting, as he claimed, but made Flora do all the work. She was like the Cinderella in the fairy tale, only in her version of the story, there were no stepmother and stepsisters. There was her evil husband, Lambert Gil.

herself once more, “But I need the money!” I reminded her. “and here is all the money that you will need” she said, gesturing to the cheque. “I need my own money Emma. Money that I worked for and earned on my own. Money that I won’t feel bad to use” I explained. “Okay, okay, I hear you. However, to me convincing Xander still seems impossible, I am really sorry but the only way that I can help you is with the blank cheque…on advice to convince Xander to allow you to get a job, that I cannot help you with...” she said, looking at the view of the garden. She sighed“ Convincing Xander…if only I figured out how to do that I would have been successful in convincing him not to marry ‘Evil’” she s

I tucked my hands into my front pockets to hide my fingers from the cold, regretting not wearing a sweater. "Well, you have to do something. Your dad will hear about it if he hasn't already. I highly doubt he won't realize it's you." She said as she pulled out her phone to reply to a text with a large smile. I glanced over her shoulder to see the name. "Dickhead." I read out loud. "That wouldn't happen to be the guy from the party last week, would it?" Bumping my shoulder into hers as a blush filled her cheeks. "Shut up." She snipped as she shoved her phone into her back pocket and laced her arm through mine. "We aren't talking about me. We are talking about you, Cinderella." The groan that

Very good of Carol, to leave her here alone. “There’s no way am finishing up on time. Sure am sleeping in here.” Picking up her phone from the table in front of her. No miss call, no text messages, just nothing, nobody called her, who was she expecting to call in the first place. Her father, he was late. Her mother was late as well, her step mom, well no! She doesn’t want the life of a Cinderella. It was better, Agatha had thrown her out two night after the funeral of her father. If she hadn’t maybe their would have been a tale of Cinderella. Life was terrible for her at first, she was just a minor.

, Granny turned around, "that dress mysteriously fell out today. I haven't laid my eyes on it in over fifteen years. The same with this" She revealed the glass heels to her. "It's a bit old", she blew the dust off, "but it was a Piranha in Africa in those days. Best 10 pounds I ever spent". Lacey slipped it on. "Like a glove" she commented. "Don't thank me now", Granny shushed her before she began, "you have to go. A black cab is parked outside. He owes me a favor or two". Lacey checked her phone. She had spent an hour. Merinda must be worried. "Don't stay too long!" Granny yelled. "Trust me, midnight won't meet me", Lacey chuckled, "thanks Granny. Love you!" She ducked into the cab. "Where

She just didn't know. "Mom, The Wrong Cinderella is one of the best books of our time. It is a fairytale that has broken every single rule that is associated with the genre. The well-known tale of the orphaned servant is retold in modern times where balls are house parties and princes are famous jocks. The biggest plot twist, however is when prince Charming falls for the wrong Cinderella. In this timeless, genius story, Cinderella isn't a servant but a rich, uberfemale who won't let a boy get in her way." I told her, doing my best to sum it all up in a way she would understand but that would still make the book sound as awesome as it is.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Her movements deepened with mine, and I could feel her arms wrapping around my neck as I ran my hands through her hair. We pulled apart, our chests heaving and our breaths labored. I looked into her eyes, and I saw a girl that I realized I'd loved ever since I had laid my eyes on her six years ago. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone hold as much beauty as you do tonight," I whispered, my hands still resting on her rosy cheeks. It was then that snowflakes slowly began to fall around us, landing on Leia's hair and dotting it with soft, white specks, and on her eyelashes, which somehow made her impossible more breathtaking.