Cinderella Novels & Stories

My brother and the girl look oddly surprised which was considerate from that girl's side as she was a human but how could my brother didn't recognise my scent. "Oh my goodness!" Both of them jumped as I stood in front of them out of nowhere smiling. My brother who just noticed me couldn't believe his eyes and shuttered. "You... Here... What...?" I raised my hand to stop him and use that very hand to make introduction. "Hello. I'm Cassandra, saved your life last night, nice to meet you." She didn't look confused or surprised anymore instead she smilingly shook my hand but her eyes was uncertain. "Oh you are that hero, pleasure to meet you."

“Tiny thing, maybe five-four? Asian, super pretty, early twenties. She put it down and hurried away like she forgot something important.” My heart did an Olympic-level somersault. Petite. Asian. Pretty. Makes Filipino rice cakes like it’s her love language. Dalia. I gripped the bag so hard the handles creaked. “She… ran off?” I asked, voice cracking like a thirteen-year-old. The lady nodded. “Yes, dear. Almost like she overheard something and got spooked.” Jacob was still clueless, munching on invisible popcorn. “What’s the big deal? Secret admirer?”

"He told me to get out." "Because he’s a Blackwood," Isadora sighed. "We break things we care about so no one else can have them. It’s a flaw in the blood. But you... you’re the first person I’ve seen who makes him look like he’s actually alive." She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, silver ring shaped like a delicate vine. "This was my mother’s. Not a Blackwood heirloom—hers. It represents growth, not ownership. Consider us a sisterhood of two, Ella. No matter which brother tries to claim you, you have a place in Paris if you need it."

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

They had expected her to yell at them, humiliate them in front of everyone, or perhaps even fire them on the spot. Scarlett continued walking past them, but after taking two steps, she stopped and glanced back. The three women gasped, their faces once again filled with fear. “And if you're wondering how I ended up with Mr. Aldama... the truth is, I'm Cinderella,” Scarlett joked mischievously, a small smirk playing on her lips. “I used to scrub floors and wash mountains of dirty clothes. That was until my fairy godmother let me attend the ball in my glass slippers. So be careful. Who knows? By noon, your tables might turn into pumpkins, too.”

Not many women impress me with their choice of perfume, now I'm curious. As soon as I walked in, I found her with her back against me. She was staring out of the window with her hands crossed on behind her. She is wearing a white suit, trouser and jacket. Her hair looks dark, silky, and curly. “Ahem!” I cleared my throat and at that moment, she quickly turned around towards me. The moment our gaze met, I stood rooted to the spot. Her pure blue eyes searched mine innocently. “Uhm…excuse me. Are you Mr. Taylor Legolas?”⁰

He dropped a coin on the tabllet and made funny dances on it as a method of communication. "Would this help me find her?" The fairy nodded. "How does it work. Do I roll it, I'm I supposed to throw it into a well?" The fairy face palm itself and used his hand to demonstrate push. "Do I push it?" She asked to be sure one of her brow was raised. "Oh I see, I should push the coin." She explained and the fairy nodded, releasing a sigh of relief. "If bringing Xena would bring my brother back to his usual jovial self, what then do I have to lose." Janet hesitated for a while but she finally pushed the button.

It was heartwarming to see Cinderella now reading on her own, lost in the magic of words and stories. But it wasn't just Cinderella's academic growth that impressed Chelsea. Her little girl possessed an innate kindness and compassion that touched the hearts of those around her. Cinderella had a unique ability to empathize with others, offering a comforting presence to those in need. Chelsea often witnessed her daughter's caring nature as she consoled a friend, shared a toy, or simply offered a warm smile to brighten someone's day.

She was going to find out what talent the girl had and would give her special employment. She was brave enough to take care of three kids after their parents had died. Diana felt more than pleased. She walked over to the table and sat, and began to eat. When she had gone halfway, she heard a soft knock on the door. "Come in." She answered. The door slowly opened and in came a guilty-looking Julitta followed behind by Ellie holding Coco in his arms. "Julitta, Ellie, what's up?" "My lady." Elizabeth bowed. "I brought the prince."

Luna read the note carefully and then looked at the debt collector, his tone was perfect to tell the story, and she was surprised by what he said. "Even though I'm a lender, I also do business fairly. I'm afraid that Vivian taking this money through illegal means will affect me. That's why I let someone investigate her. I didn't expect Vivian to turn from Cinderella into a princess." He smiled happily. "You know, she caught her a goldfish." Placing the paper on the table, she leaned back in her chair. "What do you want?" Adjusting his position in the chair, he leaned forward, holding out ten fingers. "The payment she owes me with ten percent interest."