Cinderella Dark Novels & Stories

So he called Flynn back and they went to the crown prince first. Erella watched Flynn used his power to cure the prince. She saw a white and yellow light covering the prince's body. She was awed. While watching them, a flash of memory in her past life came to her mind. "I remembered Cinderella first met her prince charming was in the forest," Erella murmured then looked at the prince who was knocked out by her. She noticed his blonde hair earlier was no longer blonde. They are black now.

“Low-born are not elves, sweetheart. They are the underclass of society. Lowest of the low, and deviants. That poor excuse of an elf would never pass you up.” The words of her mother brought some form of condolence to her body. She loved being desired, but this was a ploy. The emotion was nearly nonexistent when she and the low-born engaged in sexual congress. “I just wish…” Before Sindra could even finish her sentence, the mother cuts her off with her more dominant voice. “I know my darling. But you are doing this for your brother that you so long craved. You want him, yes?” The mother’s hand falls to the side of her. The daughter nods her head in agreement. “Then you are doing what needs t

It’s harder to summon the longer they have been dead. “Kalendra Isabel Esteren…” I exhale slowly. “Alright, so that’s the one?” I nod. “Yeah,” I answer, tossing the scroll back to Ahren, who catches it and pockets it. Delsanra flicks her hands, and all the candles suddenly burn bright, and only then do I realise how dark it has become. My eyes scan the surroundings as she begins whispering a spell, most are words that make no sense to me. Darker spells that Endora made her learn, spells manipulated and created by Endora herself.

Grey teased again, chuckling. "Shut up," Dark muttered, irritation mixing with nervous tension. He turned slightly, trying to focus, when he finally saw her. Cassandra stepped out of a small house, and for a moment, everything else vanished. His lips parted involuntarily as his gaze locked onto her. Her large baby bump was impossible to ignore. Dark leaned closer to the van window, eyes tracing every detail as she placed a hand on her lower back, stretching slightly. She wore a soft floral dress that moved gently with the breeze, her long curly hair cascading down her shoulders, and simple slippers on her feet. The sunlight caught her face, highlighting her rosy cheeks and the glow that had

“What do you want?” “You’ve been naughty, Elle Swanson,” the robotic voice slowly says. “You pretended to live the life of Cinderella. Stole your sister’s first husband and then paid my boss with s*x to take away her second husband.Yet, you hide behind the cloak of righteousness. You want to live like Cinderella but you don’t possess a single kind bone in your body…” “Who the hell are you?” She shrieks. “Your worst nightmare. Be ready, Elle Swanson. I’m coming for you.”

He unexpectedly stated, "Whatever your eyes were looking for, please drop the ideas. I know you better than you Princess. If you do any dumb thing I will kill your father first and then that person who will support you. She gulped when she heard him, and when her eyes met his, they were dark and no longer playful. She replied, "I-I wasn't...," and he smirked and got to his feet.she cocked her head upwards to see him. She placed her hand on his Without asking and stood up after accepting his hands as he extended his hand . "Your friends won't be here, what was her name? Sara is in the cellar of a mansion ". When she heard what he said, her face turned pale and her eyes widened in terror.

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!”

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

Recognizing them as Cain and his sister, Elen hurried to aid them in getting inside her room. "Cain, quickly put her on the couch," Elen said urgently, her voice filled with concern. "And bring some barrier into my room. We can't risk your safety." Cain murmured something under his breath, and a faint, dark light emanated from his finger, enveloping the room in a soft glow. The light seemed to wrap around the space, creating a barrier that muted the sounds, ensuring that nothing from within the room could be heard outside. "Let's begin," Elen said softly as she approached Cain's sister with caution. Cain's sister lay unconscious, resembling a sleeping Cinderella, yet upon closer inspection,

Somewhat inspired by Cinderella’s dress, her seemingly losing life is reflected in her starry night purple eyes telling her all the dread and death that is about to come. “Something is wrong, no, there is wrong.” She then clenches her hands into a tight fist, opens the door, and steps right outside from her room into the hallway of the clan’s residence. With her separate room and the hallways attached to each room residence is called a palace. A sudden lightning strikes, followed by a rumble of rumbling thunder. Clicking all the light dead and living her in darkness. “This darkness. Tsk!” Not an ordinary one, and never will it be. Daniela clicks her tongue in dismay and irritation. Looking a