Cinderella Fractured Fairy Tales の小説・ストーリー

“What stories?” “Well, um, you told…Geneva told them to me. The first tale was about a fairy that fell in love with a human. However, this human craved jewels and treasure and did not care about this fragile fairy. So, he persuaded the fairy to lead him to all the fairies’ riches. He stole it and never looked back, while the fairy, in her own heartbreak and guilt, lay down upon a white lily…closed her eyes and never opened them again.” “That’s awful,” said Grace.

This was to be done when it rained so that the power of my ancestors could seep into the roots of the tree. As our eighteenth birthday approached, or if our magical abilities emerged. It was tradition for a mother to break off a branch, seep it in a potion of her choosing, and forge a wand for her daughter. Dora’s potion included the tears of a griffin, the scale of a dragon, and the fur of a blessed wolf. It was believed the potion would increase the power of the witch who wielded it. My powers emerged when I was 17. When I turned 18, my power increased significantly.

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

“How dare you to do this to my pregnant daughter? You’ve ruined everything, Roman! Everything! Cindy’s so upset, she won’t even get out of bed. She’s threatening to kill herself. How could you do this to her?” I was unmoved by her tantrums. For years, I’ve tolerated Lizzy’s tricks and behavior mostly because I needed a wife to keep up with appearances. Cindy was just the available girl, the one I thought I could finally convince myself was the girl I’d been looking for. Now that she turned out to be a fraud, I had no reason to tolerate Lizzy. “Hmm, I’d like to ask you a few questions myself. Like how dare you try to trick me into marrying your daughter?”

Her head skin ached like it was on fire, but when she sees her attacker struggling in the dirty mossy lake, she feels extremely gloating. Five years as a concubine has turned Karen Goodwill from a meek, simple and gentle girl to tough and strong. Five years of humiliation and suffering from the women around Gordon Williams helped Karen come to her senses. Karen has told herself again and again that in this world, no one can protect her but herself. Sophia Joyner seems to be going crazy. She scrambles up from the stinking lake and keeps cursing Karen Goodwill. Karen looked at Gordon with big surprise, her eyes seemed to say: So your taste is really so bad?

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!”

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

She loved reading stories about girls who had suffered unjustly but had happy endings at last instead of reading stories of vampires, witches and werewolves which was the most preferred among the people in her city because she does not believe in its existence as most of the people do, she found such stories scary and preferred happy ending books like Cinderella's. Monalisa slowly lowered her gaze to a book in her hand which was still about Cinderella, this was the only Cinderella book she had left because the others had been burnt by her aunt Lila and her daughter Annabel who was about the same age as she was. “Cinderella and the seven dwarfs,” she muttered, running her fingers tenderly at

"Once upon a time there lived a beautiful girl called Cinderella. Cinderella lived with her two step sisters and her wicked stepmother. They were very unkind to Cinderella and made her do a lot of hard work...." Camilla straddled Vanessa in her arms as she kept reading from one of Vanessa's numerous storybooks. Her worried orbs were too noticeable, Camilla could easily tell that she was disturbed and absent minded. The Vanessa she knew should have been deep in her slumber by this time of the night but tonight was a different case.

"A poor Cinderella who is mistreated by her evil stepmom, and one day she finds a hiding shelter in the arms of the Prince charming, is that it?" Ryan's lips twisted at her final remark, displeased. "I haven't thought of you as any of that, Claire," he said softly. He had a girlfriend. A reminder made Claire weak despite the strange sensation she'd entertain whenever she was alone with him. "Please, Ryan, let me go," she begged softly. "Claire," Ryan uttered, and that cynic air was all gone. "The truth is—"