Cinderella Chef Manga Novels & Stories

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!”

She asked as the little girl left her and went back to the woman I assumed was Cinder. "Good evening, ma'am," I said, perfunctorily with a slight bow of my head. "Call me Cinder," she smiled, holding out her hand. I shook it. "Ah, sorry about the flour. My daughter, Magpie, wants to bake a cake." Magpie perked up at her name. "Yay, cake." She replied. She looked to be about three. "Oz!" Cinder suddenly called, raising her voice toward the ceiling. There was silence for a while before a ladder cranked down from the ceiling, right in the kitchen. My eyes widened. A boy, not too younger than me, crawled down and landed in the kitchen.

he asked. “Hand me over your outer coat.” Rai (Cinderella) answered. “I have to disguise myself as a guard!” he told him as he decisively cut his hair (wig)! Vince (Henry)’s eyes widened in shock, but he understood what Rai (Cinderella) wanted to do. He went out of the room and knocked out one of the guards before he stole their armor and handed them to Rai (Cinderella) for him to use. Meanwhile, Florian’s subordinates who went with him have already gone to the dungeon to rescue the other guards in the palace.

“How… how did you shift with clothes on? That’s… how is that even possible?” She smirked. “Magic.” “Wait where’s Siora?” I asked, scanning the space around us. A clatter rang out, metal on metal, and our eyes snapped toward what she’d earlier called a kitchen. There stood Siora, flipping pancakes over an open flame with surprising skill. One was already stuffed into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a guilty squirrel mid-theft. The fairy woman gasped. “Stay away from my kitchen!” “What?” Siora mumbled through a mouthful. “It was burning, I only helped!”

She carefully placed Cinderella's meal on the plate, making sure everything was just right. She walked down the hall to Cinderella's bedroom, knocking on the door gently. "Em, can I come in?" "Come in!" Cinderella said eagerly. Chelsea pushed open the door to find Cinderella sitting on her bed, looking up at her expectantly. "Okay, here we go," Chelsea said, placing the plate in front of Cinderella. "I made your favorite: mac and cheese with extra cheese!" Cinderella's eyes widened with excitement as she dug into her meal. Chelsea sat down next to her, watching as her daughter happily devoured her food.

It's torn and very thin. Then I got up from my bed to change my clothes. They're too dirty and slightly wet from all the work I did as an Omega slave. After changing, I went back to my bed. I took a book from a small drawer beside my bed. It was about the fairytale love story of Cinderella. Out of all my belongings, this is the only clean and most important thing to me. Aunt Nerissa said that when she found me outside her door, I was tightly hugging this book, which, by its appearance alone, could be mistaken for the possession of an extraordinary werewolf and not just an ordinary one.

Sienna turned and came face-to-face with a tall woman in red satin, perfectly sculpted features, and cruel eyes. “I’m Cassandra,” the woman said, tilting her head. “Old… friend of Damien’s.” Sienna smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.” Cassandra’s eyes flicked to her gown, then back to her face. “You clean up well—for a maid’s daughter.” The glass in Sienna’s hand trembled. But she didn’t speak. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” Cassandra said with a smirk. “You think people around here don’t talk? Everyone knows your little Cinderella story. Only problem is, in real life, the prince doesn't love the maid.”

“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?”

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Xiu Ying is the servant of Yuan Zi Yan, who often abuses Xiu Ying physically when she is emotionally unstable. In my novel, "A Thousand Canola Blossoms," Yuan Xi Ning is the protagonist and female lead of the story. A few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, she fell in a lake and drowned. That was how a 21st century character was able to transmigrate into her. Xi Ning is the epitome of femininity and beauty, so when her mother marries my father, I grew— I mean Yuan Zi Yan grew jealous. Yuan Zi Yan had a great zeal to get rid of Yuan Xi Ning no matter what it takes.