Cinderella's Dream Novels & Stories

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”

Lorien.exe has stopped working My Cinderella. What the hell? Am I hearing it wrong? I step backwards, completely forgetting the fact that my left foot hurts. "You—" my voice croaks. "your Cinderella!? Do you even know what you are saying!?" The smug smile that is drawn across his porcelain face makes it even more harder for me to concentrate, if anything, it burns up my cheeks. I am afraid my head is steaming. "Can't I call my girl, 'my Cinderella'?"

given by her step mother who was a cruel woman. At that particular moment she felt the pain Cinderella was feeling. "At least Cinderella's live became a happy ever after" she thought to her self . That gave her a consolation. She hugged her pillow and comforted herself. Finally she fell asleep. The dreams took her back when she had her parents. She was happy playing with her brother. Her mother was preparing a nice meal and their but was warm though it was cold outside. They were sitting stout the fire with their father and grandmother. Her grandmother was singing to them and they were crooning along with happy voices. She woke up smiling while she was hearing a voice calling her. "Maria Su

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."

Donald smiled and just then he caught a glimpse of Hannah who was standing beside Brandon. “And who is this beautiful Damsel?” Donald asked and Brandon turned to Hannah. This was the first time since they arrived that he had taken a good look at her, and he must confess, she was looking so beautiful and shiny. He wondered why she said she needed a change of dress. This woman looks good in any dress she puts on. “This is my wife, Cinderella Mackenzie, and Ella this is Mr. Donald, a friend of mine,” Brandon said and Hannah smiled.

for chocolate that rejoices I for months rejoiced for these days that were approaching I was closer to the city of my dreams. I knew that this chance I must not miss, I had only one week for my goal, or I will succeed I will stay here or I will come back with my friends and I will never have a chance to come here alone again because I know that my parents will not let me. I had a goal, my best friend Mihriban knew that. I come here to stay for every purpose I have to meet a powerful rich man and secure my future. I was not interested in love because I did not believe that it exists, I believed in only one "where there is money, there is love"It all started on this sunny spring day.- We have

For a moment I forgot for what purpose I'm here. "Is this heaven," a small whisper left from my lips in the adoration . "Hmm," my head turn to him with such a force that it almost twist. "Huh you are joking . I must be dreaming," she pinch her arm too tightly turning it red. It is not dream her jaw dropped eyes fall in her mouth when realisation dawn upon her. "You are a witch. You put a spell on me. Oh god is vampire are real. Shit don't bite. Wait I want your autograph. Lilly gonna faint if she got to know", she continued her blabbering .

I waited until she slept, she's my good friend, she's someone whom I care about deeply, but I have orders to follow, I have to do as I'm told, my boss isn't someone forgiven, he won't allow me to get away with anything, he wants her to be taken care of, he wants us to keep an eye on her and we all are. His last request wasn't the easiest one, my ward, Cinderella, Cinder for short, she's an author, she makes stories up for a living, it's her job, it's what keeps her going. She has a big imagination, she had a beautiful mind, and it's not all full of rainbows and unicorns, I don't think she ever thought of a unicorn although if she does, she'll make something good out of it. Her brain is madne

All I could focus on was the growing urge to see her suffer, to wipe that smile off her face for good. Elaine, of course, was too clueless to notice how much I despised her. She was lost in her own little world, smiling like a fool as she continued, “Cinderella is my favorite princess. She was a maid like me until her fairy godmother came and made her a princess for a few hours. She met the prince of her dreams, who saved her from her hard life, and later, they became husband and wife.” I knew the story. Who didn’t? But it was nothing more than a ridiculous fantasy, a lie that gave people like her false hope that something good would come out of her stupid life.

I collected all the items, including the dress, and rushed back to the room. I had just placed the dress and a towel on Winter's bed, holding a brush and comb, when Winter entered the room. Her eyes met mine, and a look of shock washed over her as she then looked at the bed. Catching sight of the red dress and towel, she glanced at me and inquired, "Emmily, what's going on here?" I responded, "Tonight, you will be Cinderella." Winter said, “Seriously, Emmily, stop joking.”