Cinderella Dark Novels & Stories

’’ Lucas was about to ask another question where the lady came in, saying ‘’Sorry to disturb ma'am, there is a man at the counter saying he is your husband, should I send him in? ‘’Umm sure, thank you’’, I replied. Wasn't he supposed to be at his office? ‘’Well I guess someone is not too busy after all and definitely not spending time with his girlfriend’’, Lucas said. The door opened again but this time, Rowan came through the door, wearing his dark suit and sunglasses. He looked hot but I wish he was mine, truly mine but that would stay a dream. ‘’Did you find the perfect cake yet?’’, I think he saw me drooling over him.

I pointed at the last girl on the line, she stepped out of the line and I flashed her a toothy smile. “My name is Cinder. I am a 19 years old werewolf who was taken from the pack to clear off my poor father's debt. I will serve you as my new Lord with all my might.” she blurted out, I blinked before gulping down nothing. “Cinder!” I exclaimed, unable to say anything else to the girl who just told me her sad story without realising it. “Yes, your Highness!” she bowed and I chuckled lightly. “It’s nice to have a beautiful girl like you as my maid.” I moved closer to her and tapped her shoulders.

Mikhail hugged her till she was done pouring her heart out. "Why so much struggle? Why were you always on the run? Why did you choose to suffer instead of taking one shelter?..." He asked. She wiped her tears and smiled bitterly. "To find love and peace. I was stupid... I thought my life will be beautiful the way it was with my mother if I find someone who can love me the way she used to... I spent my whole life searching for that love and kept chasing it until I was tired and stumbled on my way just to fall at your feet... I never thought I would find it like this. The love which was dark. Della was right, love doesn't always come in white horses and rainbows. Sometimes it comes in black cl

“No, not yet. Once I’m officially the director of Maynard Cosmetics, I’m sure it’ll be fine then.” I stared at her, my jaw tightening. She thought her plan was foolproof, but I could already see the potential chaos. Hopefully, nothing would happen. But something told me it wouldn’t be that simple. Her hand caressed the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. I looked up at her, and her gaze, her eyes darkened, transforming from the innocent Isla I knew into someone far more daring, more dangerous. “Speaking of minutes,” she murmured, her voice teasing, “we still have about thirty before they get here. Why don’t I please you a bit?”

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

She would humiliate Morana to the point that this girl would never dare to step foot on this campus again. Alinda would embarrass Morana until she wouldn't be able to raise her head anymore and cast her charms on the other male students. However, it was really a wrong thought that Alinda could intimidate Morana with just a bottle of mineral water. She didn’t know what kind of trouble that she put herself into it and what kind of girl Morana was when she lost her patient.

I waited until she slept, she's my good friend, she's someone whom I care about deeply, but I have orders to follow, I have to do as I'm told, my boss isn't someone forgiven, he won't allow me to get away with anything, he wants her to be taken care of, he wants us to keep an eye on her and we all are. His last request wasn't the easiest one, my ward, Cinderella, Cinder for short, she's an author, she makes stories up for a living, it's her job, it's what keeps her going. She has a big imagination, she had a beautiful mind, and it's not all full of rainbows and unicorns, I don't think she ever thought of a unicorn although if she does, she'll make something good out of it. Her brain is madne

She just didn't know. "Mom, The Wrong Cinderella is one of the best books of our time. It is a fairytale that has broken every single rule that is associated with the genre. The well-known tale of the orphaned servant is retold in modern times where balls are house parties and princes are famous jocks. The biggest plot twist, however is when prince Charming falls for the wrong Cinderella. In this timeless, genius story, Cinderella isn't a servant but a rich, uberfemale who won't let a boy get in her way." I told her, doing my best to sum it all up in a way she would understand but that would still make the book sound as awesome as it is.

She realised after a minute of stating that it was her uncles lost love that smiled at her from within the picture frames, the only things in the whole mansion that lay in tact. Darkous suddenly stopped in front of an old oak door, carefully opening it as he flung Elika to the ground; giving her no care. He peeked through the darkness of the room, checking for any intruders. Once he knew it was safe, the dark lord carelessly picked up the princess; her small frame crashing against his shoulder. The princess wailed in pain as her uncle began to descend into the darkness, she gripped onto his shirt; her pulse rising as she became increasingly nervous. Darkous flipped an unseen switch, filling

The voices got clearer the closer I got. "You look exactly the same," she purred. “All this time, and you still keep your women on leashes.” Zephyra. I knew before I saw her. Her voice was like venom wrapped in velvet. I peeked around the cracked door to the study, my breath catching in my throat. She was leaning against his desk, legs crossed, wearing a wine-colored dress that looked like it was painted onto her skin. No bra. No panties. Just confidence and danger. Caelum stood in front of her, tense, his fists clenched.