Novel & Cerita Cinderella Last Name

"Wow, Brice Durant, yeah I know you. You're here for our very own Cinderella right?" I look at them in confusion but stay quiet when the too friendly man introduced himself as Benjamin pulled me inside the apartment that Ella shared with her cousin. "You're more handsome in person, so...tell me what do you see in our beautiful princess," "Princess?" I asked no one, didn't know that I was to be ambushed with questions the moment I stepped into the apartment. "Ella, as in Cinderella, duh, I didn't know you're this slow, maybe you do miss her that much." The woman who Gemma introduced as Jacqueline was apparently assessing my intelligence.

Cinderella Farmington P.O.V Spring 1821 The kingdom of Nevera I guess am starting the whole introduction with my name. My father loved fairytales as do I. He and my mother always admired the story of Cinderella. How she was able to overcome the trials and then found her prince charming. My mother always told me that Cinderella was her inspiration. Yeah am using the word WAS because she's gone now, they're both gone now leaving me with nothing but my name,"Cinderella" but I would prefer to be called Cindy.

"Isn't all this like Cinderella? You are Cinderella, disappearing at midnight and I'm your Prince." Midnight shook his head biting down a chuckle. "Cinderella my ass."

Elva helped her out noticing her predicament. "Yes! Natalia Kendall." The Princess released the breath she didn't know she was holding. Well, Kendall was her mother's maiden name before she got married her father who was then, the crown prince. Elva was such a smart ass! "Good! Welcome to B.H.A once more. Now to today's topic. We'll be going back to the history of one of the top empires we are all familiar with... Empire Astheria." Mrs. Sharon said and walked back to the projecting screen..

In reality, Cinderella could only stay in the civilian world and live the life of a commoner until she became old. Looks like, if there was a chance, she would still have to meet this woman. But now, she had to go see Gabriel first, since Gabriel was not taking the initiative, she had to take the initiative. In the company, Cynthia lowered her head and started drawing the script. Whenever she drew for a while, she would go into a daze, and had to clear her head before she could continue drawing. Recently, she found it hard to focus. At this time, she thought about the diamond bracelet that Gabriel gave her last time. She wasn't wearing it, she wasn't willing to part with it, it was too expen

“Just so you know, Jesse. Kendrick wouldn't be left out, either.” Jesse stared her down for a long minute before hissing and making his way out. I blinked hard trying to decipher her last statement. Kendrick sounds familiar, that is my father's name. Is it possible she is mistaken? Or there is another Kendrick they know. I bent lower to the ground when it seems like Elizabeth was looking through the flowers, she eventually stormed off through the back of the house. Easing myself out, I panted heavily. Bending so low had an effect on my back. I could feel some dull pain.

She didn’t even have to speak for me to know this was all her doing. How is this happening to me? I thought bitterly. She stole everything — my bracelet which should have symbolized my identity, my peace, and now I am cleaning the floor she walks on. ‘What could be more than this?’ I thought to myself. “Should we start calling her Cinderella?” someone shouted, laughter rising. “Cinderella at least got a prince,” another voice chimed in. “I heard she tried to put out for Liam Vuitton, and he won’t touch her with a ten-foot pole now!”

“Chichi…” Gael huffs a laugh. “You would know which is which wouldn’t you?” “A mother’s intuition.” Arabella mutters as she continues to gaze down upon them. “What should their names be?” “Last name is Laurent, correct? Or do you want them to have your last name?” Gael asks. “Yours. I like Laurent better.” Arabella purses her lips before she grins. “Chacha is Hazel Eloise Laurent.” “A middle name?” Gael jokes.

“And do you know what my last name is, Vera?” “Yes, madam,” she replied shakily. “Your name is Madam Camille Morgan.” Camille’s jaw clenched as she raised her hand and slapped Vera hard across the cheek. Vera staggered back, one hand flying to her face as her eyes welled up with tears. “I’ll ask one last time, and this time, you’d better get it right,” Camille warned. “What is my last name?” “I—I’m so sorry, madam. Your last name is Van Alen,” Vera sobbed as tears streamed down her face.

“Are you sure?” Araceli picked up another doll. “Now this fella—he’s got a crown and a dashing outfit. Must be a plumber.” Gianna laughed louder this time, shaking her head. “No! He’s Prince Charming. And she’s Cinderella.” Araceli lit up, genuine excitement coloring her features. “Oh! Are you playing Cinderella? That’s my favorite fairy tale.” “I was trying to,” Gianna mumbled. “But it’s hard to play alone.”