Cinderela Story Novels & Stories

She cried a silent painful cry. Her father was buried and her hopes were buried too. She had secretly hoped that her father would pay for her fees when she would continue her tertiary studies. She sat in the outside shelter that day until she dozed off. The dreams took her to the place she vaguely recognised. She was with her father and mother in the park. The park was green and beautiful flowers were surrounding a small blue Lake. The park was really beautiful and all of a sudden her mother and father were on the other side of the lake. She wanted to go to them but could not cross the lake. She shouted for them to wait for her but still was unable to cross. They waved at her and pointed to

Ten years from now. "Your kids will never find their mates because they are born without the bond of mate in their life." The Moon goddess made it very clear. "But if they still find their mates then calamity awaits you and your tribe." My whole family looked shocked and disappointed but still my mother refused to believe the moon goddess. She never cared about what other people said, not even the moon goddess. When the moon goddess left our premises my mother held us in her arms and said. "You will find your mate when the right time come, love is different it comes in many size and forms. Don't worry about it."

The questions came out as only a whisper to her. “It’s called revenge, little Cinderella.” She spat the old nickname in my face but it did not phase me. I had her pinned against a wall that was opposite the doors to Charlie’s room in no time, my face only inches away in an attempt to intimidate her, also to keep her here until the prince returns and he could see what Lucinda had done, “What vengeance could you possibly hold against an entire kingdom?” “The entire kingdom ruined my life. The villages ruined my childhood. The royal family, they ruined my future, and YOU ruined all that was in between!”

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 wait, and wait and wait. When I begin to feel too much time has passed and I worry something has happened, I see her splash the waters surface before seeing three other heads pop up. Carabella is one of them she gives me a sly smile. Zelda’s mother could be her twin they look so similar with the white long hair, although her eyes are blue instead of violet. Then a father appears, he is a broad muscular man with tattoo markings down either side of his arms. He holds great power I can feel it pressing against me as they all swim closer. Zelda holds my hand under the water, a gesture that is not missed by her father a deep frown on his face. ‘Zaikai this is my mother Cadelina and my father Va

"I cannot sit here and wait for a miracle to happen!" "What are you planning to do, Queen Elizabeth?" asked the magician again. "I would like to get out of here and follow Jacob, is that possible to happen?" The magician quickly disagreed with Queen Elizabeth. "Pardon us Queen Elizabeth, but Jacob strictly forbid us to go in any places above. We need to wait for his arrival!" "No please, I begged you to send me to the land of Cannopus. I am the mother of three princesses and I cannot stay here while their lives are in great danger. If you are worried about Jacob, I will explain everything to him once we met again!"

I waited until she slept, she's my good friend, she's someone whom I care about deeply, but I have orders to follow, I have to do as I'm told, my boss isn't someone forgiven, he won't allow me to get away with anything, he wants her to be taken care of, he wants us to keep an eye on her and we all are. His last request wasn't the easiest one, my ward, Cinderella, Cinder for short, she's an author, she makes stories up for a living, it's her job, it's what keeps her going. She has a big imagination, she had a beautiful mind, and it's not all full of rainbows and unicorns, I don't think she ever thought of a unicorn although if she does, she'll make something good out of it. Her brain is madne

Cancan answered, raising his hands as if he were holding something heavy. “The story is not like that; although that touch would give it a little more realism, after all, he would do justice for not receiving his payment. It's like the one about the goblin called Rumpelstiltskin, who helped the princess at a crossroads put there by her father. Who, in order to make a big deal out of it, made a joke about his daughter turning straw into gold, and that's what he was talking about, pure straw. That is why the king was filled with greed, capturing her and threatening her that if she did not transform tons of that grass into threads of the golden metal, he would kill her together with her talkati

“She was chased out of the palace by the king’s guards. The prince was furious that his father would go back on his word. The entire country was shocked and angered that one of their own was not good enough for the king. Under this pressure, the king relented and the prince sought out his love once more. “They were married to the cheers of the country. She was the best queen in a hundred years of queens and the country thrived because of her wisdom. We call her the Peasant Queen. To honor their story, Paradisa holds a masquerade ball every year. No one knows who anyone is or what their station in life is. Janitors can be kings and princes can be paupers. For one night every year, everyone is

"Isn't all this like Cinderella? You are Cinderella, disappearing at midnight and I'm your Prince." Midnight shook his head biting down a chuckle. "Cinderella my ass."