Cinderella Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice soft and deferential. Isabelle nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation mixed with anticipation, as the maids set to work transforming her into a vision of beauty. The maids worked their magic, expertly styling Isabelle's hair and applying subtle makeup to enhance her natural features. They helped her into the dress, which fit her like a glove, and adjusted the delicate lace trim to perfection. As they finished, Isabelle gazed into the mirror and barely recognized the radiant beauty staring back at her. The dress seemed to bring out the warm tones in her skin, and her hair cascaded down her back like a rich, dark waterfall.

He must not discover this whore I have turned is the same secretary that seems all shy and hesitant during the day. I feel like freaking Batman. Nah, scratch that. Even better, I feel like Cinderella, but a much more slutty one. “Climb the bed.” Thane’s voice interrupts my thoughts. His blue eyes roam around my body with a lust so clear. I do as told, the need for that big dick of his roaming inside of him fuels my obedience. “Spread your legs, sunshine.” My legs spread in front of him, creating a large distance between my feet.

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.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Ever since she found her heart captivated by this unnamed ballerina, Catherine had been finding time in order to catch a peek of the dance hall where this ballerina mostly practiced, at the same time hoping to know her name too. Catherine imagined scenarios of chance encounters with this girl and formally introducing herself, but she thought that these imaginations are too good to be true. She thought that she’s too shy to even introduce herself, and the chance encounters she imagined are far from possible from happening.

"What was that? That looked so pretty." I was playing with my music box that noon when Leanna barged in. She always barges in and lately, it's been really irritating. I tried ignoring her and kept playing. The music box was one of the best things Mom left me. My grandmother gave it to her, then Mom gave it to me. It's a dancing ballerina and a prince. Mom always told me stories about fairy tales and by just looking at it makes me dream of being that princess. From the corner of my eyes, I knew Leanna was staring at me. Well, I didn't care. She was probably just going to pester me, anyway. I wasn't in the mood. Dealing with her these past few days has been exhausting. Why couldn't she

Karen Goodwill curiously askes with her eyebrow frowning: “Why me?” “Because you are not like them. You're not from the upper class, you don't work for any family or corporation - said Gordon Williams with a smile on his face - You're just an ordinary flower girl.” Karen Goodwill glances at Gordon Williams with eyes filled with astonishment. How does he know that her current job is the owner of a flower shop? Five years with Gordon, apart from supporting her ailing father, Karen also accumulated a decent amount of money, enough for her to fulfill her dream: opening a flower shop. Looking at Gordon's satisfied expression, Karen sighs slightly, she suddenly feels that she is about to face a lo

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte