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Christine managed to wear a facade of indifference, dismissed Cassie’s question and said, “Sweetie, aren’t you excited to see sleeping beauty, Cinderella and Belle?” "I want to see them, mom." Cassie clapped and giggled, Christine was relieved when she was able to distract Cassie. Marty was pondering while they walked towards the entrance of the theme park. Cassie was thrilled to see all the Disney princesses she had been watching. She was so pleased to have had the opportunity to shake their hand. And particularly glad to have been photographed with them. While Christine had not fully recovered from her injury, she patiently endured the long walk just to keep Cassie happy. She is somewhat g

It was the most beautiful place I had ever seen in my life. "Why didn't you tell me you are taking me to the disneyland?" I asked..looking at him. He didn't say anything and walked..ignoring me. I was shocked..keeping my hands around my waist..I followed him inside. The disneyland looks like, the same I thought and read in those books. It has a same feeling like, I was a princess of this beautiful castle and someone caged me inside..just like a Cinderella..Although my story is quite similar to her's but the man standing beside me is not a prince.. but a devil,

"I give up. Like seriously, you've never? Or perhaps, you've seen them and maybe, you've forgotten you did?" "My mom..." He stopped. Then continued flipping the pancakes over till they were a golden brown. "Told me stories about them before. But I dislike all Disney movie because they only hint at one thing, love. So I didn't even bother watching." He said and tipped the cakes out of the skillet. "You're annoying, you know that? Seriously, no being on Earth would even dare say they haven't seen the movie, Cinderella." "You mean the one with the two annoying sisters, Drizella and Anastasia?'' He stoled a glance at me and smirked.

Vanilla questioned, barely able to sit up, gaze filled with confusion and dread. “Hey, keep it down or you will get us all in trouble, the guards hate it when we make noise.” A girl at the far end hissed, her voice filled with annoyance. “She is new here, cut her some slack Maya.” Another girl countered. “Well, she should learn to follow the rules then, I am not ready to get beaten for anyone, but you can if you want.” “Stop being so bitter, our life is already hard as it is.” The girl responded as she stood up, her chain clinking against the ground from her every move. She had on a kind smile on her face. “Hi, I am Cinderella.”

“What nonsense is this? Do you actually think you can get away with it? How dare you! This is plagiarism, a criminal act—and you will get punished—" Charlotte scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "So what? If you're brave enough, go ahead and sue me. Let's see who they’ll believe: me, the renowned socialite and Miller family heiress, or you! A desperate and poor orphan who is chasing after her two minutes of fame?” My entire body tensed. I wanted to scream, to throw something, to wipe that smug look off her face. But she was right: no one was going to believe me.

A camera clicked, and Anthony crooked his lips into a thin scary smirk. At the same time, Kaimara had also plucked out a long strand of Cinderella's hair. She had given her a hug, and two tickets. Two tickets to Dubai. Two tickets to hell. Kaimara feigned a smile, stroked Cinderella's hair tenderly before letting her go. Oblivious to what was going on, the little bunny strolled to her room Innocently, excitedly running In. She slammed the door shut, and excitedly sped up the bed. Squealing loudly like a greedy little thief, Cinderella recklessly jumped up and down the big bed.

“She was chased out of the palace by the king’s guards. The prince was furious that his father would go back on his word. The entire country was shocked and angered that one of their own was not good enough for the king. Under this pressure, the king relented and the prince sought out his love once more. “They were married to the cheers of the country. She was the best queen in a hundred years of queens and the country thrived because of her wisdom. We call her the Peasant Queen. To honor their story, Paradisa holds a masquerade ball every year. No one knows who anyone is or what their station in life is. Janitors can be kings and princes can be paupers. For one night every year, everyone is

Ana was known around the court for her bright green eyes, and she did anything she could to make them a focal point of hers, seeing the only other attribute of hers worth noting was her clumsiness. She looked out the window to the shed and continued, "I wonder if our little Cinderella will try to come to the ball tonight. The invitation stated for all women of each household to attend, but I can't imagine anyone like her being there!" she said through a laugh and a horribly attempted accent. I don't even know what accent she was attempting; all I know is she sounded ridiculous.

given by her step mother who was a cruel woman. At that particular moment she felt the pain Cinderella was feeling. "At least Cinderella's live became a happy ever after" she thought to her self . That gave her a consolation. She hugged her pillow and comforted herself. Finally she fell asleep. The dreams took her back when she had her parents. She was happy playing with her brother. Her mother was preparing a nice meal and their but was warm though it was cold outside. They were sitting stout the fire with their father and grandmother. Her grandmother was singing to them and they were crooning along with happy voices. She woke up smiling while she was hearing a voice calling her. "Maria Su

’ The lightly quilted wrappers had been joined by a summer-weight companion—pyjamas, jewel-rich scarves and some little silk embroidered boxes which she knew were going to be a huge hit. ‘I’ve been offered some rather special scented candles to match our colour range and I’ve really got to maximise the cost-return on this catalogue—’ ‘Shut up, Mira! It’s Dan, he’s on the television…’ She didn’t hear the rest of the sentence, dropping the phone as she reached for the remote, flicking desperately through the channels until she found one of the rolling