Cinderella Remote Control Carriage Novels & Stories

I'm trying to move on! I stated, " I didn't know you had a car." "It's my brother's." He laughed, " You're the first girl who ever rode this car." "It's my pleasure." I stated trying to act like I'm a princess "The pleasure's mine, your highness." He bowed his head and pretended as well we both laughed as we hop inside the car, Henry was beside me while his driver was taking the wheels in front. "Hey, Gumi." "What?" I asked

She said a word and the room lit up. In the center of the room rested a white pedestal similar to the one in Pops' museum of the supernatural. "Oh no." Cinderella dashed over to the podium. "What's the matter?" I thought I knew, but hoped I was wrong. Cindy faced me. "The Eye of Abernathy is gone."

"I warm things. Light candles sometimes. Nothing special." Cassian frowned. "That can't be right. The bond wouldn't—" He shook his head. "No matter. We'll discover your true potential at the estate. Proper testing, proper training." They had reached the center of the square, where an ornate carriage waited—crystal and gold filigree, suspended above the ground by magic rather than wheels. It bore the Holt crest on its door—a stylized hand cupping a flame. Cassian guided her toward it with a hand hovering near the small of her back, not quite touching but present enough to remind her of his control over the situation.

Cinderella stopped resisting. Satisfied, the big devil smirked. He tore open her shirt, unclasped her bra and hungrily picked one nipple into his mouth. He multitasked, suckled her hungrily, played on her second breast, dipping a hand between her legs. She was wet. One finger. Two fingers. Cinderella moaned. Embarrassed, the chauffeur quickly accelerated the car. Or else he would die of too much dog food. The car stopped before the school gate.

She concluded by tilting her head outside her shop, nudging us out. "While I don't have the luxury of time to express my gratitude profusely, kindly accept a thank you." I bowed my head and smiled at her before exiting. "That went well," Cass' grey eyes gleamed with excitement and I nodded in response. A carriage rode up to us. It reminded me of Disney fairy tale stories like Cinderella. It looked like a large pumpkin, an old-fashioned vehicle from the 12th century and it was pulled by two strong brown and beautiful horses. The door to the carriage was opened by the coachman, a tall white man draped in the same costume as the previous people we saw. We entered and muttered our thanks while h

The light Maria was lying in her bed later that day and was recalling all the events that took place earlier that day. Her heart was heavy with pain. She could not control her feelings when the thought of missing a chance to go to boarding school crept in. The tears were pouring uncontrollably and her pillow was wet. She missed her family. She missed being her parents's child. Most of all she missed being at home. They did not have everything they wished for but at least they were happy. She enjoyed being at home with people who loved her unconditionally. That was something she lacked and longed for at that particular moment. always heard the stories of children who grew up without parents a

See you at the annual party, wifey. See you at the annual party, wifey. Sabrina could only cover her mouth in shock. She couldn’t speak until the box was fully opened, revealing a blue ball gown just like Cinderella’s. Then the realization hit her. Tyler’s costume is just like Cinderella’s prince charming! If that’s the case, she is Tyler’s date for the annual party. And above all, the dress he bought at the boutique last week is meant for her. Her heart overflowed with joy as they helped her put on the gown. They even added a pair of glass slippers. She felt like she was inside a fairy tale, playing the role of the leading lady.

“It moves without horses?” Gidon snickered from behind me. “Not just moves, girl—it flies. Okay, maybe not flies, but it’s fast. Faster than anything you’ve ridden before.” Inside, the wonder only grew. The carriage’s interior was a marvel of intricate machinery and cozy design. Gears and pipes ran along the walls, glowing softly as if alive. The seats were cushioned leather, worn but sturdy, and a centerpiece dominated the room: a mechanical contraption of brass and copper, its gears turning steadily in a mesmerizing rhythm.

Kiran looked out the window of the crystal-powered carriage she rode to the Merchant's District with Saia, her attendant named Rueinna, and Paulienne. The vehicle, which reminded her more of Cinderella's carriage without the horses, had a driver at an external seat in front while two guards in casual noble clothes perched on external seats at the back. They drove toward one side of the citadel and crossed a bridge that led to the small island where the Merchant's District was located. The bridge gave Kiran a view of the village across the lake that surrounded the citadel: brick houses and buildings where common folk lived.

She wouldn’t give him words of love. “After the weekend, we are flying to Cristonia, because it’s a formality, but my father has to approve our union. But he will love you.” Nick reassured her. I only wish you did, Ella said silently in her head. Nick grinned. “I have something for you. About the fairytales we talked about earlier. Cinderella in the book lost a shoe at the ball. I don’t have a shoe for you to try on. But what….” Nick pulled something from his pocket. “…what about seeing if these fit?” Nick held up her lace underwear from the night of the ball.