Cinderella Chef Manga Novels & Stories

e p i g r a p h in this world of happy endings would you rather be my endless saga? s a t u Making her way to the Kaze's , Kira Cho almost fell for the second time today. The first one happened this morning when she was too busy thinking about what to eat for breakfast when her roommate slash best friend shove her out the door so she can use the bathroom first because she was late for work. She trip over her towel and fell off her butt, she was sure her butt was still bruising, but that's not the point right now.

You came for the record. Elara’s heart dropped. The Ledger of Cinder wasn't a vial of air. It was a book. It was the master list of every soul Korth had ever collected, containing the secret locations of where the bodies were buried and the bloodlines they left behind. If someone had that book, they could find the heirs to every fallen kingdom in the world. They could start a hundred wars with a single page. "The Prince doesn't just want Oakhaven," Elara realized, her voice trembling with anger. "He wants the world."

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

“Are you sure?” Araceli picked up another doll. “Now this fella—he’s got a crown and a dashing outfit. Must be a plumber.” Gianna laughed louder this time, shaking her head. “No! He’s Prince Charming. And she’s Cinderella.” Araceli lit up, genuine excitement coloring her features. “Oh! Are you playing Cinderella? That’s my favorite fairy tale.” “I was trying to,” Gianna mumbled. “But it’s hard to play alone.”

Clide said making me shiver in frustration. Mera holds my hand as she sits back on her chair that Clide fixed for her. I look at her then I smile bitterly, this is why I have doubts about my Cinderella-like life here. But I am not Cinderella who will wait for a prince to save me or just look at the floor as they bully and insult me. I will have to show them another side of me, I’ll show them that they have hit a thicker wall that can give them back the pain but more pain.

Reflection. When the plates left the kitchen, I didn’t breathe. Chris arrived during the second course, announcing himself not with words but with flair. He wore a scarf—navy and obnoxious, draped like a cape—and ducked through the kitchen door like he was sneaking into a Broadway rehearsal. “I told the woman next to me that I trained you,” he said, grinning. I raised a brow. “You weren’t supposed to be here until dessert.” “She looked starstruck,” he continued, ignoring me. “Said the second course made her want to cry.”