Cinderella's Dream Novels & Stories

The dream becomes a bridge, connecting them to a shared purpose a destiny entwined with the Enchanted Realm's fate. With each piece of the puzzle they uncover, the vision grows clearer, each fragment serving as a guidepost leading them to a future where their paths will inevitably converge. The dream's enchantment is no longer a mere curiosity; it's a beacon that beckons them towards a realm of magic and mystery, a world where courage is tested, alliances are forged, and the threads of fate are woven into an intricate tapestry.

While raindrops fell from the sky, men lined up along the red carpet, holding black umbrellas as the flickering lights from the cameras lit up the walkway as the press went crazy for snapshots of the guests attending. She felt like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike midnight, her carriage to transform into a pumpkin, and cute mice to appear as she loses her glass slipper, fleeing the dream that will quickly turn into a nightmare. She let out a small yelp after pinching herself to ensure she wasn't still trapped in her fantasy dream, and when she didn't wake up, she closed her eyes and marvelled at her life. "Are you all right, askim?" (My love) Sedar crouched next to her, whispering

Is this a dream. Then the fireworks show ended so did our kiss... Henry looked away with his red blushing face, "I'll take you back... to your room..." I stuttered still unable to process everything, "Oh.. y-yeah..." Is this all... true? Is this really happening? At long last? I wonder, can you feel this magic in the air, it must've been the way you kissed me...Fell in love when I saw you standing there from our very first meeting... it must've been the way...today was a fairytale...

The last thing I thought of before falling asleep was how my fan felt like a cool night breeze. “Are you okay?” An unfamiliar voice rings through my head. I sit straight up, breathing heavily. I look around wildly, too disorientated to really take anything in. A woman jumping away from me catched my attention. It’s funny, she’s scooting away from me as though I’m the one who was creeping on her while she was sleeping. She’s large, both height wise and weight wise. Had to be at least six four. She kind of looks like Cinderella before she got her glass slipper. Heavy brown dress with an apron over the top, flat black shoes. She has lovely, creamy skin with flushed cheeks and perfect blue eyes

She was deep in thought for a moment before realization began settling in. Once again there was a knock at the door causing both of our attentions to focus on the heavy wood. “Hey. Are you ready?” Dom questioned as he looked between our younger sister and myself. She smiled while kissing my cheek quickly before walking out of the room so she could get into her spot. I took a deep breath before nodding. Picking up my bouquet then looped my arm with my brother’s. “Definitely.” I grinned while letting him lead the way so that I wouldn’t fall. “Except I hate these heels!” I jokingly complained. He chuckled.

She could tell where the feet had trodden whether or not she followed them, or knew what their feet smelled like. With her special ability, she traced Julitta to the back of the castle. There was a small garden there before it turned into a huge forest as one went further. She easily found Julitta sitting by a small pond. She walked to where she sat and pulled Coco's stroller to be in the middle. Julitta watched her silently, wondering what she was up to. Why did she come now? Was it to rub it in her face that she got to care for Coco while she, the initial carer, was being tossed aside to just be the godmother?

"A poor Cinderella who is mistreated by her evil stepmom, and one day she finds a hiding shelter in the arms of the Prince charming, is that it?" Ryan's lips twisted at her final remark, displeased. "I haven't thought of you as any of that, Claire," he said softly. He had a girlfriend. A reminder made Claire weak despite the strange sensation she'd entertain whenever she was alone with him. "Please, Ryan, let me go," she begged softly. "Claire," Ryan uttered, and that cynic air was all gone. "The truth is—"

"Mr Lewis, I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary girl. Dreams like Cinderella marrying into a rich family are too far fetched to me. You and I are not from the same class, I’m not suitable for you. I'm also not the kind of person who can sell herself for money, so it's better if we don't meet in the future. Mr Lewis, please open the car door and let me out." Cinderella marrying into a rich family, a dream she had once had. But that was when she was all hot and bothered and thought true love was attainable with Maxim. Over the years, in her relationship with Maxim, she suffered relentless setbacks. The dream was shattered long ago. And she won't make the same mistake. Maxim looked into her eyes, an

"Yes there is. I'm pretty sure you've heard it before but this time it's different. Cinderella isn't running from the prince, instead she is running towards him and in the process, she loses not a shoe but herself. This t-shirt symbolises how I stopped running and decided that no prince was worth losing myself over." As I talked, my mind took me back to the beginning of my very own fairy-tale and how my dreams managed to turn themselves into a reality. Unfortunately, something went wrong along the way and the dreams that I once adored turned into an unbelievable nightmare. 👑 It all began one boring Wednesday evening as I helped my mom set the table for dinner. I had just graduated high scho

he said handing them to Trix. "Use them wisely and remember these words-, Every action has an equal reaction," he said slowly and clearly. "Farewell, Trixiana," he said with smile before disappearing into thin air. "What? Wait!" Trix yelled, not understanding a thing he said. She glanced down confused at the book. Her heart stilled as she stared at the book title- Cinderella. "I am dreaming." She immediately squeezed her eyes shut and pinched herself as hard as she could. She opened her eyes and let out a sound of frustration.