Cinderella In Movie Novels & Stories

"Yeah right, you're just messing with me again." "Maybe." Kou remarks as he sips from his soda. After the movie, we sat at the food court while eating some ice cream, Kou has been laughing at my swollen eyes. I've been crying the entire movie. I didn't know that animated films are supposed to be that sad. I look like a mess right now. Even my cheeks are all red. Kou bought some iced peas from the grocery store real quick and covered it with a towel placing it over my eyes. I said in my breaking voice, "Don't tell anyone I've been crying like a baby."

And here I was in a gown that seemed to belong on a runway, not at my awkward, coffee-stained, I-can’t-even-walk-in-heels kind of life. “A-Are you sure this is me?” I whispered, my voice cracking just a little. Aling Feli laughed, the sound warm and teasing. “You’re so dramatic! Of course it’s you! Wait—let me call Lucas; he needs to see this.” “W-wait! No, please don’t—” I squeaked, but my protests were drowned by my own racing heartbeat. From behind me came soft, deliberate footsteps. Goosebumps rippled across my arms, up my spine, all the way to my neck. My stomach did that weird flip-flop thing it does when someone suddenly notices you in a new, terrifyingly sexy light.

I tried hard to recall what happened the night of the ball. "That night, the witch gave me a gown and a pair of glass slippers. After I entered the palace, Prince Adrian spotted me right away and invited me to dance. He looked at me with such affection, like I was the only person in the room." Mira pressed on. "Then what?" I frowned. "Then the clock struck midnight. I was in a rush to leave, and one of the slippers fell off while I was running."

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

"You're kidding me, aren't you? Am I perhaps still alive? You should be able to know if this is the afterlife, so what is this place?" She swallowed a lump in her throat. I pretended to look confused, as though I didn't understand anything she just said, and she ended up facepalming. "Are you sure you haven't lost it?" I asked, patted her finely-packed hair, and she sighed. "Never mind. Cinderella is just a doll that acted in a movie." "What's a doll?" "Quit questioning! A doll is you, and you're being a pain in my little butt," she scolded, aggressively chewing her popcorn.

Not many women impress me with their choice of perfume, now I'm curious. As soon as I walked in, I found her with her back against me. She was staring out of the window with her hands crossed on behind her. She is wearing a white suit, trouser and jacket. Her hair looks dark, silky, and curly. “Ahem!” I cleared my throat and at that moment, she quickly turned around towards me. The moment our gaze met, I stood rooted to the spot. Her pure blue eyes searched mine innocently. “Uhm…excuse me. Are you Mr. Taylor Legolas?”⁰

I told her she had to collect the clothes if she had any respect for me. I also got some footwear and accessories. Since we were already at the mall, which was filled with so many people, we decided to go to this cinema to watch a movie. I heard the cinema is one of the biggest and most luxurious anyone has ever seen, and I won't waste time going to check it. There are so many people who are not even from this city around. A lot of people have heard of this mall, which is the biggest, and everyone wants to have an experience. To be honest, I never thought I would ever get a chance at this age to experience this.

The maid shrugged, “she doesn't look like she is in a good mood. Her look was depressing.” Rolling my eyes, I moved past her, nodding towards the guard assigned to the door. When I got to the room where Leila sat. I have a feeling the maid has no bloody idea what it means not to be in a good mood. The view in front of me was quite opposite from what she said. Leila was seated with the largest bucket of ice cream with her legs crossed, watching a movie. There is nothing depressing about this particular lady in front of me. “Leila.” I called out from the door frame, already feeling exhausted.

She wouldn’t give him words of love. “After the weekend, we are flying to Cristonia, because it’s a formality, but my father has to approve our union. But he will love you.” Nick reassured her. I only wish you did, Ella said silently in her head. Nick grinned. “I have something for you. About the fairytales we talked about earlier. Cinderella in the book lost a shoe at the ball. I don’t have a shoe for you to try on. But what….” Nick pulled something from his pocket. “…what about seeing if these fit?” Nick held up her lace underwear from the night of the ball.

On top of that, Talia is malnourished and much smaller than an average werewolf, making her look like a fifteen-sixteen years old (skinny) girl, instead of nineteen years old. Talia looked at the book in her hand and observed the illustration of a princess who is smiling and running with her prince. There is a castle in the background, they are holding hands and look happy, and Talia's eyes always wander to the princess' shiny shoes. The book is about Cinderella, a poor girl who is abused by her stepmother and stepsisters, and then she meets a fairy godmother who magics a fancy dress and shiny shoes so that Cinderella can go to the ball, meet her prince, and live happily ever after.