Cinderella Losing Her Shoe Novels & Stories

She was now completely going to be nuts. “Did you just call me a dumbo?” I sneered. “Yes! You’re a dumbo. You don’t know anything. You’re just … just like an innocent child who believes in everything that his master tell,” she said. She was again at this topic one more time but I didn’t want to talk about it. “But it’s Cinderella we were talking about. First of all you are my prince. Find my shoes at first,” she said as she put her foot in front of me. Her shoes were actually vanished from her legs.

“I’ll stop you right there, Cindy. I was never in love with you. I was in love with whom I thought was Lolly. Not you! I fell in love with the girl I danced with on the night of the masquerade ball. All these years, I made myself believe that girl was you. But after meeting Lolly, I know now that was a mistake! I know you are not my soulmate. Lolly’s my soulmate!” Cindy clutched at her heart, falling on her knees, bawling. Long lines of tears ran down her cheeks. I thought I’d enjoy this more instead, all I did was feel pity for her. Because I’d been in her shoes, I understood exactly how she felt. If Rue was here, she’d tell me to remember all the times my stepsisters had ruined my life but

My family would pay respect to our mother at her grave and after that we would celebrate the Red Moon Day on the outskirts of our tribe, precisely at the borders of Crescent tribe and Nebula tribe where I would meet my future husband. I tied the lace of my black dress, my hair was in ponytail with no makeup on. I was going to meet my future husband today and that thought couldn't even excite me a little bit. I gave up every pleasure of mine for this tribe and now I was going to give up on my love too. If only I could have that precious thing called love, such an extraordinary thing to feel, to has that no one could took it away from you. Someone knocked on my door "it's time to leave" That w

At other times, it shrank back. Terrified, I did not even dare to breathe out loud. I could only watch as the shadow moved to my room. Suddenly, all of the sounds faded away. The shadow disappeared, and I could not hear the scratching sounds either. But the strewn shoes and the strange marks on the floor served as a stark reminder that I was not dreaming. Suddenly, Yvonne’s door opened. When she walked out and saw the shoes on the floor, her face turned pale. “Did you see it?” she asked me with a quivering voice.

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."

CHAPTER SEVEN Maleficent sprang to his feet, alerted to my surprise. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Spreading his hands in front of him as if feeling for me, he took a step in my direction. “Where’d you go?” “I’m right here.” Kneeling, I felt the grass around me until, aha, my fingers wrapped around a shoe. “I think I found one of your high heels.” And yes! The second shoe was right beside it. “Both of them!”

“One day, the prince looked out his window and fell in love with a peasant girl. He saw her watching the sun set over the palace wall and lost his heart to her smile. Everyday he watched her, falling ever more in love with her. He knew it could never be, but he had to meet her. So, he pretended to be a commoner and snuck out to at least learn her name. “She was everything he wanted in a woman. Smart, funny, beautiful, and kind. She treated him as an equal, rather than a prince because she didn’t know who he was. Despite his best efforts, he lost his heart. When he confessed his love to her, he found that she loved him back. For a moment, they were happy.

answered Lisa. “Hmm… Makes sense,” agreed Nestie. “I can’t help imagine Cinderella dancing with her Prince Charming until the clock strikes twelve.” Lisa smiled. “This time, Cinderella gets to keep her pretty dress and shoes.” “And Prince Charming!” added Nestie. He twisted his body to turn to his friend. “More like Princes Charming, this time,” said Lisa. Nestie raised an eyebrow. “Just how many suitors does this cousin of you have?”

“Don’t let his vibe tear through your happiness. You feel me?” I laughed, shaky. “Yes, sir.” “Good. Now,” he grinned, “let me make it up to you. Come with me.” He caught my hand, and I followed, grateful for his warmth. But suddenly he stopped, looking down at my feet. “Seems Cinderella’s struggling with her shoe.” I laughed nervously. “I’m not used to these heels. Sorry for embarrassing you.” “Shh,” he said, brushing my apology away. “There’s always a second choice.”

There was just one detail she needed to ask him about… something she had always wondered about… “Chris… What did you do with that shoe I left behind three years ago?” He looked at her and smiled. “Well, dear Cinderella… It’s somewhere safe.” “Oh…” “Did you think I might have had it dipped in pure gold and placed in a glass case?” Christophe teased her. “Until that day it was one of my favorite pairs of shoes.” “What did you do with the one you had left?”