Cinderella Kissing Prince Charming Novels & Stories

"It's a different feeling than looking at the moon from his bedroom." Jaime turned around at the sound of some man's footsteps passing by. As the man's footsteps faded into the distance, her eyes locked on the rhythmically swaying waves, Jaime took the opportunity to kiss her cheek. She was surprised, their eyes looked at each other. Instead of shining on the water, the moon shined into his eyes, making them shine. The stars are like sparkling gems. Receiving permission through her eyes, he leaned in to kiss her sincerely. The warmth of his heart touched the deepest part of her with a tenderness and affection that neither of them needed to say. In the next moment, Vivian felt her fingers run

"She thought then looked carefully at the prince. She was curious about how handsome prince charming is. She looked at him from head to toe. The prince had short black hair, a tall bridged nose, long eyelashes, and kissable lips. His body had the right muscles and he is tall. In short, he is really handsome. He really deserves to be the male lead in the story. But compared to her darling Max, her darling is way more handsome than Cinderella's prince charming. "My Max is still the winner." She murmured and grinned.

"Can you just give them both pretty dresses or something? So they can both be Cinderella and stop trying to kiss me?" My eyebrows shot up to my hairline at that request. "And why are they both trying to kiss you again?" "Yeas," Cindy looked thoughtful for a second. "Cinderella doesn't kiss her Prince Charming until the very end of the story." "No…they want to kiss me to make sure one of them is my Cinderella." The poor boy seemed visibly shaken at the idea. "They keep saying they'll know once they kiss me." "Is that so?" This time, the voice came from right beside me and there was no mistaking who it belonged to.

Donald smiled and just then he caught a glimpse of Hannah who was standing beside Brandon. “And who is this beautiful Damsel?” Donald asked and Brandon turned to Hannah. This was the first time since they arrived that he had taken a good look at her, and he must confess, she was looking so beautiful and shiny. He wondered why she said she needed a change of dress. This woman looks good in any dress she puts on. “This is my wife, Cinderella Mackenzie, and Ella this is Mr. Donald, a friend of mine,” Brandon said and Hannah smiled.

He pulled me into the study, took down the painting, and spread it open under the candlelight. "You think I keep this because I love her?" I bit my lip. Cried harder. "I once admired Seraphina," he said. His voice was flat as a frozen lake. "I admired her poise. Back then, I thought I'd marry a proper lady like her." "But I was wrong." His smile turned bitter. "She—and every other noble lady who admired me—never loved me. They loved the prince of the North." "When I was cursed and exiled, not one of them wanted me."

He spoke into the phone, and looked at the content of the glass with a very proud smirk on his face. " I'd be bringing my bride tomorrow. " " By hook, or by crook. " Not until a resounding slap echoed loudly in Royalty's room. Cinderella had been slapped so hard, she was thrown onto the ground. Kaimara had caught them kíssing, and she was not very fond of it. " How dare you kiss my Man? "

Is this a dream. Then the fireworks show ended so did our kiss... Henry looked away with his red blushing face, "I'll take you back... to your room..." I stuttered still unable to process everything, "Oh.. y-yeah..." Is this all... true? Is this really happening? At long last? I wonder, can you feel this magic in the air, it must've been the way you kissed me...Fell in love when I saw you standing there from our very first meeting... it must've been the way...today was a fairytale...

"Fine. I'm afraid of what other princess names you're going to call me. Cinderella isn't too bad, all things considered." Evan kissed away the rest of my words. He lovingly cleaned me up in the shower, massaging the shampoo into my hair, lathering me down, and trying me off with the fuzziest towel in our arsenal. Really, he was too dangerous. How could I have ever thought I could resist him? We slow danced bare-skinned in the bedroom. He had his vinyl records around, and he had placed an old vintage song on the record player. Naked but clothed in each other's love, we swayed and spun slow circles to the crooning music...

She pressed her lips together as she felt ashamed and nervous while looking at the tile floor. "And Andrea," he continued. She raised her head this time to look at him. "Meet my parents, Queen Hera and King Zypher." She bent her knees and bowed her head. "It's nice to meet you both your highness," she said gracefully and gave them a radiant smile while sweating granules. The king just nodded while he grip his sceptre while the queen came to her and held her cheeks. "How come you're so pretty, human? No wonder my son fell for you," she said in between giggles.

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.