Cinderella Last Name Novels & Stories

I almost rolled my eyes but I didn’t, just calm down Alice, making friends won’t hurt right? “I’m Odette” The first one said. “And my name is Persephone” The second one said. “She’s Seraphina” Odette pointed at the last one sitting on another bed. “I didn’t ask you to introduce me” Seraphina snapped. “You can only say that when you have a special name, not like yours,” I snapped back and the girls chuckled while Seraphina and I glared at each other. I love hard girls, I smirked and she looked away, just like that, I won’t give up first, what does she take me for? Cinderella? Hell no

Elizabeth had certainly looked into who Hilda was. She thinks she's Cinderella, but she's just the adopted daughter of a late son of the Adams Family. She doesn't even come close to being included in the genealogy record book. It's such a waste that Nathan chose to be with her... Recently, Alban had been finding reasons to visit Nathan's place now that Corrado was sent back. In the end, he thought he could use visiting her while she was sick as an excuse.

Dawn took the brunette’s hand, offering her silent support as Lillian proceeded to explain. “Your mother wasn’t just my closest friend, she was actually my cousin” the forty three year old took a breath to compose herself as this story wasn’t going to be an easy one to tell but she had to tell it, Lena had the right to know “Her real name was Cassandra Endora. She and I were extremely close as kids until her parents, your grandparents fell to the temptations of dark magic. Cassie did her best to stay out of it but given that she was only twelve, she didn’t have enough strength to fight it. Not when both her mother and father were pushing those ways onto her”.

She repeats, her lashes fluttering repeatedly. “Yeah.” I stop jumping slowly, noticing her shocked expression. “Is something wrong?” I squeeze my brows slightly. She gasps, with her brows raising. “K empire. That belongs to the Kensington family.” I remain puzzled, and then she shakes my arms to express her point. “That's Thane’s family. He is the heir of the K empire; Thane Kensington.” ***

It has been two months since he set foot in the town of Cirillo and lived together with a woman named Hazel Skylar. That was after going through a rigorous screening selection from that damn property agent who kept preventing the woman from staying with him. He could not understand why the property agent was so desperately trying to prevent the woman from living with him as if that man was the woman's father.

She added. "Hahaha, I know that, the one mummy says right? I asked tickling her and she nodded as she laughed as she tried to take my hands away. "Once upon the time, there lived a little girl who had no mother, and was left with only a wicked step mother who was so mean to her. She also had no name but because she always cleaned up the cinder's she was later called Cinderella by some people including her step sisters. Everytime, they left her to clean the whole house as they went to visit friends and attend parties.

They should have named her Elle. No!! All cinderellas are named Elle. She ought to be different. They should have just named her Cinders!! Wah!! Cinders Hart! And she could have waited for her Prince charming to come riding in his white horse to rescue her from this house where she is ill treated. Oh!! She can imagine Zi- Zi coming in his Ya Rouhi to save her and she would put down her long hair from the tower top so that he could climb up and reach her?

Castalia said. “Chase Case?” Nic repeated, unimpressed. Castalia actually snickered. “I didn't name the boy. Victor was always a bit... eccentric.” “What was the mother’s maiden name?” Nic asked. “Smith,” she said instantly. “Friends? Associates?” “Chalice—Helena—was the socialite. Always looking for a camera or a party. Her inner circle was two women: Deidre and Didi.” “Describe them,” Nic commanded.

The final name on the settlement council's list, the twelfth name, last to sign, written in a hand slightly different from the others, as though the person had paused before writing it. She knew that name. Not because she'd encountered it in archival research. Because she'd been saying it for the last two weeks in a Lagos apartment while her mother asked about eggs and the Atlantic and a man who had voted a woman onto an island before he'd met her. She held the page. "Caspian," she said. "Yes." "The twelfth name on the settlement council," she said. "The last signature." He looked at the page. "Yes," he said. "That's your mother's family name," she said.

I asked, staring at him. “We are rich, love.” He replied. “We?” “Yeah. It’s Wayne Industries and last I checked, your last name is still Wayne.” Enzo said, looking directly into my eyes. I stayed quiet because I wasn’t sure how to respond, or maybe I was just shocked. The flight attendant, because of course there was a flight attendant, offered us champagne. "It's 3 PM," I said. "It's 5 o'clock somewhere," Enzo said, accepting a glass.