Cinderella Blue Novels & Stories

> Never. --- The next day, Blue came over after school. No sneaking. No back doors. He walked through the front door with a bag of chips in one hand and a movie in the other. My mom met him in the kitchen. They stared at each other for a second too long. Then she smiled. “You must be Blue.” “You must be Elias’s mom.” She extended a hand. “Call me Joy.” He shook it, careful, like she might break him. And then she said, “You like lemon squares?”

Charles had stolen her dream, her idea and her special name and he had given it to the child he had made with Rosina instead. Mrs. Emily noticed that Bianca had drifted away into her thoughts. She smirked as a little girl came rushing to her side. "Grandmother!" Blue called out, her little bikini completely wet from the water. "Are you having so much fun, Blue?" Mrs. Emily asked, putting extra strength on the name just to hurt Bianca even more. Little Blue looked at Bianca briefly, not caring who the stranger was. She turned back to her grandmother. "I want you to come with me to see how I dive in that waterfall!" she said, giggling with excitement.

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.

- Oliver's POV “We recently had a birthday party and the client wanted a Cinderella theme, but as she is a teenager she didn't want to make fun of her friends, so we did everything without using photos of the character, but used shades of blue and things that suggested the theme. , here are the photos.” The woman who will coordinate and decorate the party says and shows the photos of the party. We already had lunch and I explained everything I wanted, now we are in her office with her team so I can choose the complete decoration.

If this is my life, then what’s the point of resisting? I woke to the sound of my door creaking open. Mrs. Evelina Loresca, the wedding planner my mother had hired, again strode in like she owned the place. Behind her, two maids carried a flowing white gown, its delicate lace catching the morning light. Evelina clapped her hands sharply. “Up, Irina. We have work to do,” she said.

The room is spacious and probably has more toys than the Machiavelli mansion. It’s divided into two. One wall is painted a powder blue and decorated with artworks of Cinderella. Cinderella is Zoey’s favourite Disney princess. Her bed is a blue canopy affair with butterfly carvings. How did he know that she loves butterflies? The opposite wall has a beautiful toy story theme, obviously for Zara. Her bed is enormous. A big girl bed. Just like she always wanted. My throat tightens as I take in the bookshelf filled with their favourite story books.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb

"I'm done getting depressed over them. That was traumatic." "That's a good thing but regardless you should be prepared for them," The Hunter advices. "I guess." For once he pauses to admire the way the white gown compliments her soft creamy skin. The piece of material he bought has now been given shape by an angelic beauty who has eyeballs the color of the mesmerizing hue of a sapphire gemstone. The Hunter couldn't tell if it was Sophia that brightened up the gown, or it was the gown that enchanced her beauty even more. "You look... Beautiful."

And clearly, her sudden appearance was for one reason only: to scold and humiliate her. “You… already know?” Emma forced an awkward smile, pretending to be innocent. “How did you find out? I was going to tell you after your trip.” “The internet is flooded with it. You think I’m blind and deaf?” her mother sneered, her voice dripping with scorn. “The whole world knows your so-called dream marriage with ‘Prince’ Alden Helen and ‘Cinderella’ Emma Susan lasted less than two weeks. I don’t need your confession—the truth is right in front of me.”