Cinderela Pop Novels & Stories

Vanilla questioned, barely able to sit up, gaze filled with confusion and dread. “Hey, keep it down or you will get us all in trouble, the guards hate it when we make noise.” A girl at the far end hissed, her voice filled with annoyance. “She is new here, cut her some slack Maya.” Another girl countered. “Well, she should learn to follow the rules then, I am not ready to get beaten for anyone, but you can if you want.” “Stop being so bitter, our life is already hard as it is.” The girl responded as she stood up, her chain clinking against the ground from her every move. She had on a kind smile on her face. “Hi, I am Cinderella.”

Cindy said when she heard no movement across the curtain. Remembering just how forward Cindy could be, Cara complied. She put on the red dress. It was a simple wrap around dress, with a skater skirt, and plunged front to display a great amount of cleavage. Cara pulled the curtain back with a scowl. Cindy handed Cara the pair of red heels she had worn for the Dante meeting. Cara grabbed the heels from Cindy with an annoyed pout. "You're a bully." Cara commented. "You love me." Cindy said, booping Cara's nose.

Her mom had been so obsessed with the fictional Cinderella that she wanted to name her daughter after her but she ended up having twins instead and she named them Cindy and Rella–CindyRella. Rella opened her mouth to say something but Stefan interrupted. "Go get your own wife and get your mouth off mine. Let's go darling." Stefan said. Rella put her hand in the crook of his arm as he led them both into the sprawling gardens of the MacIntyre house where the White Rose charity gala is being held.

My stepsisters stopped fighting and turned their attention to me. “She’s really the laziest maid in this house. She can never get anything done!” Cindy said with a scoff. Mindy fell into the couch nearby, clutching the invitation that she had finally managed to wrest out of her sister’s hand. “Cindy, what are we going to wear to this ball?” Lizzy picked up her teacup, taking a short sip. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ve already sent word to your stylists. You’ll look your absolute best for this ball.”

They are always beautiful to me. Cassie says “Tell me about it! We took dance class together for 3 years, they are an expert at quick changes!” I don’t know the song that Nova is performing to right now but damn is it perfect. Cade knows me well and notices my expression. “Oh, hon! It’s ‘Cake Pops!’ by Toddrick Hall. I wouldn’t expect you to know it, but it sure is a perfect song for Nova!” “God! I’m dying over here! Now everyone will be talking about their perfect ass, but I want that booty back!” I glare at Candy who is playing demure.

she said before hanging up. Panic set in immediately as I logged into my media account, and my breath caught when I saw my name topping the trending searches. #THE CINDERELLA PRINCESS HOOKED THE INFLUENTIAL HEIR OF THE BLACKWELL #A FORBIDDEN ROMANCE BETWEEN A GOLD-DIGGER AND A SUGAR DADDY Different headlines flooded my screen, all plastered with my pictures. Dante’s images were blurred, but I knew it wouldn’t take long for people to piece everything together.

In reality, Cinderella could only stay in the civilian world and live the life of a commoner until she became old. Looks like, if there was a chance, she would still have to meet this woman. But now, she had to go see Gabriel first, since Gabriel was not taking the initiative, she had to take the initiative. In the company, Cynthia lowered her head and started drawing the script. Whenever she drew for a while, she would go into a daze, and had to clear her head before she could continue drawing. Recently, she found it hard to focus. At this time, she thought about the diamond bracelet that Gabriel gave her last time. She wasn't wearing it, she wasn't willing to part with it, it was too expen

I give out a polite nod back before turning around and leaving the CEO’s office. *** Ava bursts into laughter, the sound echoing in my living room. It's quite great to have my apartment back. “You are like freaking lady bug.” Her dimpled smile is wide. “Or even better, Cinderella.” She covers her mouth with another laugh. I can’t help but chuckle at my pathetic situation. “I had the same thoughts. We sure think alike sometimes.” I sip in my bottle of Foco-fola. Her brows furrow, looking like a particular thought has crossed her mind. “What about your voice though? He doesn't recognize that?”

It turned out that Sophia heard her, the girl had already left the clown fish, and I don't know when Sophia had been sitting next to her, looking at her with an innocent look. "Sophia, did you hear that?" Elina scratched her head that wasn't itchy. Not sure what to make of it. Sophia gave a small nod with a curious look at the word "pedophile" that Elina said. Sophia did have a high level of curiosity. "Honey, it's time for bed. Isn't tomorrow your first day as Mr. Oliver's personal maid? You can't oversleep." Emily tried to change the subject. "Yes, mom. I almost forgot. Alright Elina, good night. I'm going to bed first."

“Tiny thing, maybe five-four? Asian, super pretty, early twenties. She put it down and hurried away like she forgot something important.” My heart did an Olympic-level somersault. Petite. Asian. Pretty. Makes Filipino rice cakes like it’s her love language. Dalia. I gripped the bag so hard the handles creaked. “She… ran off?” I asked, voice cracking like a thirteen-year-old. The lady nodded. “Yes, dear. Almost like she overheard something and got spooked.” Jacob was still clueless, munching on invisible popcorn. “What’s the big deal? Secret admirer?”