Cinderella Dark Novels & Stories

“They should get used to seeing my face. Caspian can burn in hell for all I care.” “I agree,” Ruby said. “Have you seen Dre?” I asked. “He said he has a date with one of the girls from the gym,” she said, and I chuckled. “That’s a safe way to say he’s having sex without actually saying it. He knows what he’s doing,” I teased. We left the house together, and I decided to pick Marlene up on the way. “Hey Cinderella, Prince Ethan is here,” I said. She laughed. “Cinderella has an evil stepmother and stepsisters. I only have Ethan’s brothers.”

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Her limbs were slowly beginning to give up on her too. Nolan looked at the woman in front of him and for a moment there she caught his attention with her eyes. They were the lightest shade of blue and the most enticing he had ever seen. "Who do you think you are making a fool out of everyone and impersonating something you are not?" He growled. Carolyn was trembling underneath him, for she was only like a bunny in the shadow of a lion. She felt her soul creeping out of her body with every passing second as she stood in the presence of the ruler of the East.

The full moon supported its strength, height and agility this time. I climbed the marble stones, that led up... sprinting on the elephant glass only to sniffle another scent. How lucky could I be! It was the girl I was on a mission to bring— Maya, the mate of the sadistic dark prince, Javier! “I’m giving you an opportunity to go back, wolf. You are clearly on our grounds and if you don’t want a death sentence, retreating might be the best option for you.” The vampire fighter threatened.

Isadora drove like a woman possessed, weaving through the late-night traffic of the city with a reckless grace. She took me to a hidden 24-hour patisserie tucked away in a cobblestone alley. It was a world of warm amber light, the smell of toasted sugar, and soft French pop music. We sat in a corner booth, away from the windows. "Eat," Isadora commanded, pushing a plate of lavender-infused macarons and a thick, molten hot chocolate toward me. "The war can wait until morning." As I took a bite, the sweetness acted like a sedative. I looked at her, really looked at her. "Why are you helping me? You’re a Blackwood. If I marry one of your brothers, it benefits you too, doesn't it?"

“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 light Maria was lying in her bed later that day and was recalling all the events that took place earlier that day. Her heart was heavy with pain. She could not control her feelings when the thought of missing a chance to go to boarding school crept in. The tears were pouring uncontrollably and her pillow was wet. She missed her family. She missed being her parents's child. Most of all she missed being at home. They did not have everything they wished for but at least they were happy. She enjoyed being at home with people who loved her unconditionally. That was something she lacked and longed for at that particular moment. always heard the stories of children who grew up without parents a

Another room seemed to be a training ground, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and iron. Every step I took, every corner I turned, was a step further into the unknown. It was terrifying, yet each discovery, each piece of information I gathered, was a piece of the puzzle, a step closer to understanding what I had become a part of. And ultimately what I was up against. One thing was for sure, I was no longer the innocent girl who had been thrust into this world of darkness. I was Elara, a woman who had tasted dark magic, who had used her body as a weapon, and who was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As if she heard my inner perverted thoughts of her, Lyra looks up and smirks at me. This woman; my woman was made to sin, the twitch in my pants as me turning away the last thing I needed was a fucking bonner in front of our men. Lyra winks at me and licks her lips, and all I can think of is sticking my dick between they plump red naughty lips of hers; my Princess of darkness.

” Now I could feel my face getting red. “For god sake, what is happening?” I raised my tone, not shouting but definitely not quiet instead, my mate needing comfort from me and her parents clearly fighting was enough to make me scared. “I am a dark witch.” Iris answered my question. My heart melted at her frightened tone as if she was scared that I was going to act differently to her. “So?” I asked. She sat up, untucking herself from my arms. “Not just any dark witch Cirdan but the most powerful to ever exist.” She explained.