Cinderella By Colleen Hoover Novels & Stories

She didn't stop there. She walked out of the room where Zel was still on the floor and Raine was waiting impatiently. Sweat was breaking from Zel's forehead. "Hold on just a bit longer," Cinder told her. She lifted the skirt of her dress, revealing the brown boot she had on. She dragged her right leg out and drew an invisible arc with her foot. "Take down the protection on the decoy house," Cinder instructed. Zel exhaled and I assumed she did just that.

She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds. Liwayway is the queen of the fairies. Her magic is the source of beauty in the whole realm. She tends to mend every broken thing around to maintain its beauty. Her fairies provide beautiful flowers, colorful fruits, mend the wounded trees, grasses, and everything. They provide for the needs of every creature in the forest.

[ CASSANDRA ] It was night and the whole neighborhood was quiet. Our neighbors were already asleep. My mother Fanny asked me to keep quiet and that she would try to get rid of Dad's body. He hadn't moved for more than two hours and his heart stopped beating. Maybe he was really dead. Behind our house there was a vast bush. It is in this bush that mum intends to bury my father. We were about to put my father's body in a bag when suddenly he opened his eyes. I was the first to notice it and immediately screamed.

Although Eliana wants to revel in his sight, she hones in on the maid who is slowly limping away. The Princess stealthily maneuvers through the crowd, only occasionally having to slash into a rebel or rip the throat out of a soldier. Tasting metallic liquid in her mouth, she continues on. Selma crawls up the steps of the castle, her leg broken form the fall. Eliana allows her to reach half way up, when the maid stops, exhausted and hopeless. She approaches, smoothly ascending the stars. Fur coats her body as she reaches down to force Selma to face her. The woman's gaze is wide with fear. She gulps, trembling, "Please, I am sorry. Spare me."

The moment they do, she gasps, and I will never admit that my heart may have just skipped a beat, hoping she likes the surprise. The hallway is covered in deep red petals, and golden lanterns line the edges in clusters of two or three of multiple sizes. But it’s what’s above that I am prouder of. Hundreds of candle sticks float above, as two dozen phoenixes, created from fire, fly amongst the candles. Soft enchanting music plays softly as she stares in awe. “Enrique… this is… magical.” “Yeah, it’s pretty much that. Magic.” She tilts her head and gives me a look that says she didn’t mean that, but I just smirk. She shakes her head as she leads me inside. “It’s beautiful…”

"Let's go find the witch! She's the one who conjured the slippers. She has to know something!" The three of us slipped out to the pumpkin patch in the back garden. I shouted into the air, "Fairy godmother, help! Your goddaughter is about to be killed by that crazy prince!" A burst of pink smoke exploded in the air. The chubby witch, Rosalie Quinn, appeared. She floated in midair, still holding a half-eaten cookie. Rosalie blinked. "Oh, my dear Ryla, what's wrong? Didn't the prince fall in love with you? My magic is the best."

POV: Silver Colt “They put me in chains before sunrise. But my heart had already been imprisoned the night before.” The stone floor was colder than any winter I’d ever known. The thought of me facing those Elders again. If Silver could face insults and humiliation for not doing my chores properly, then what would be of me when this wicked cousin of mine expose my murder. They hadn't bothered to clean the blood from my skin before they dragged me down here. “I always said this girl was a witch.”

I saw how Alicia and the rest of the she-wolves bowed their heads in respect, indicating the role she played in Asteria. “Tell me I wasn't dreaming,” the old woman exclaimed. Her voice was like a lullaby in my ears. I hadn't met her, but somehow, I could feel an unexplained connection with her. “You aren't, my majesty,” Alicia exclaimed. “The moon goddess has brought the missing princess home after so many years.” I was rooted in my spot, unblinking, trying to process what I just heard. My mouth fell open, with my lips parted in silent surprise. I could no longer process what I had been hearing. What the hell was happening.

"What was that? That looked so pretty." I was playing with my music box that noon when Leanna barged in. She always barges in and lately, it's been really irritating. I tried ignoring her and kept playing. The music box was one of the best things Mom left me. My grandmother gave it to her, then Mom gave it to me. It's a dancing ballerina and a prince. Mom always told me stories about fairy tales and by just looking at it makes me dream of being that princess. From the corner of my eyes, I knew Leanna was staring at me. Well, I didn't care. She was probably just going to pester me, anyway. I wasn't in the mood. Dealing with her these past few days has been exhausting. Why couldn't she

The one who braided our hair and told us we were more than where we came from. Me: What?? She’s really leaving? Lila: Yes 😭😭 Retirement. They’re doing a whole party for her. You HAVE to come. I sat up on my bed. Of course I had to come. She deserved that. Me: I’ll be there. I promise. Then reality hit. What would I wear? What kind of gift was good enough for someone like Mrs Keller? I was standing in front of my wardrobe, pulling out clothes, pushing them back in, muttering to myself, when a familiar voice came from behind me in the hallway.