Cinderella's Dream Novels & Stories

He slowly lifted her veil, and she closed her eyes. "Today you are looking more beautiful than the moon." His husky voice made her tremble. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as he took hold of her henna-filled hands, admiring her design. He dipped his face in her open palms, inhaling the aroma of her palms. She shuddered when he looked up into her brown eyes before capturing trembling petals in his mouth. “Neel...” she gasped, finding no one in the room apart from her. That's when reality dawned on her. She was dreaming all this time. It's been a half hour, and she went to sleep waiting for him.

“What are you trying to do, then? Give birth to a child for Klaus? How on earth did you get into his bed, huh? You know what, I don't even care how you did it. I will personally get rid of that thing you're carrying myself!” Paula pounced on me and began dragging me off the bed. “Let me go!” I screamed as I struggled with Paula. “What the hell is going on here!” Lady Diana charged in at once. Paula let go at once. “Mom, you know how much Klaus and I love each other. I mean, it's painful enough that I have to watch him marry this…this bitch. Now she's pregnant for him. How do you think this makes me feel?” “Darling, stop this madness! I already found you a notable suitor who will make you bec

She was wearing a long white flowing gown that was shaped like a fish that really accentuated her important parts and features making her look like a mermaid because it had a long shimmering train that was being dragged by two girls and after looking closely, it was Alex and Zoe and she was so happy. Everyone was waving.l and congratulating her and she was so happy. Ansel's parents had agreed to his marriage to her and they were also there. They hadn't even tried to go against it. The terrace was full and after saying their vows to each other, the priest was about to pronounce them husband and wife but before that could happen, the dream changed. This time, it was also about Ansel but not th

Twice and thrice to check that she's not dreaming. That was not her dream. She got out of her bed and took small steps toward it. She didn't want to thrust the bubble of her illusion. Not this time. She moved closer, stopped, pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, and then proceeded again. As she reached there, Ella outstretched her index finger and moved it farther. She didn't shut her eyes even for a second; no blink, wide open eyes as she wanted to witness the bubble bursting. Because it can't be reality. No.

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

Chelsea cherished the moments spent helping Cinderella with her school projects, witnessing her daughter's determination and creativity unfold. Chelsea had always encouraged Cinderella to dream big and pursue her passions. She knew that supporting her daughter's aspirations was crucial for her personal growth and development. Whether it was joining the school's soccer team or participating in the science fair, Cinderella embraced new challenges with enthusiasm and a desire to excel.

The story tellers never give the actual tale, the sell what appeases to the eye and heart. Cinderella never had a happy ending, after the fairy gave her new shoes and clothes, she probably had to pay a price, give the fairy her soul, for all eternity after two years. About dreams, we should enjoy beautiful ones while they last and struggle not to wake up. The images around me in the dance floor kept on getting blurry and people appearing in two like some demons from horror movies. God, I was drunk, I gasped as I put a stop to all my thoughts. One wrong move and my inner voice would boldly whisper a string of profanities about everything.

But all Hamdan and Humeyra felt currently was the pain. Many dream of a prince charming their very own Mr. Right, a knight in shining armor that would come to their aid, all the time. Humeyra was no exception for she thought Hamdan was her very own prince charming. Others dream of Cinderella their very own fallen angel with beauty and brains, an epitome of perfection and the goddess of beauty. Hamdan had his but he let his Cinderella go without acknowledging her.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I startle you?" "No no no," she was still looking out the window and she pointed before continuing "She did." It was Ella, walking in the garden towards the ballroom. Ana squinted her eyes, "Oh. My. Word. What is she doing here?" "Well, Mother told her that she could come as long as she stuck to the conditions. She's not breaking any rules, technically." "I know that! But she is only moments behind the prince when he came in from the garden. I mean it's our own Cinderella we are talking about here! All she does is cook and clean, she has nothing to offer a man like the prince!"

“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