Cinderella's Dream Novels & Stories

“What nonsense is this? Do you actually think you can get away with it? How dare you! This is plagiarism, a criminal act—and you will get punished—" Charlotte scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "So what? If you're brave enough, go ahead and sue me. Let's see who they’ll believe: me, the renowned socialite and Miller family heiress, or you! A desperate and poor orphan who is chasing after her two minutes of fame?” My entire body tensed. I wanted to scream, to throw something, to wipe that smug look off her face. But she was right: no one was going to believe me.

Ace said. "What the..." Nelson cursed from the back of the car. "G, you got expensive bloody leather chairs, and, what hell keeps hindering me from...ooohhh look what I found," he cooed after picking up the item which hindered his legs from laying flat and comfortable on the car floor. "Will have the shit sold after washing," Ace replied referring to his car. "Guys, Cinderella dropped her glass flip-flops," Nelson mocked, lifting a pair of white turned brown thin-soled tattered perforated flip-flops from the car floor.

she says standing up and I do same "Let's make that dream come true. it'll be nice having you work with us." "Thank you ma'am" "My daughter Denisha would show you to your office" I smile "I appreciate madam" I say shaking her hands. "And my next dream would be to see you suffer. I will torture all of you until you beg for death." I say to myself with a smile across my lips

One day, everything changed because of an email. Ann almost spitted out the water she drank as she opened her email box. She found a reply from a famous Fashion Design Company -- Lionheart Company or simply LH COMPANY. Ann’s heart was bursting as she continued to read this email. Her hands were shaking as she scrolled down. Ann was offered a job as a fashion designer assistant! She could not believe her eyes. It was her dream job at her dream company! How could it be any better? But as she read further, she realized that she had to move back to New York if she took the offer.

“A merchant, who had three daughters, was once setting out upon a journey; but before he went he asked each daughter what gift he should bring back for her. The eldest wished for pearls; the second for jewels; but the third, who was called Lily, said, 'Dear Father, bring me a rose.' Now it was no easy task to find a rose, for it was the middle of winter; yet as she was his prettiest daughter, and was very fond of flowers, her father said he would try what he could do. So he kissed all three, and bid them goodbye.”

I hissed and turned to leave, only to hit my leg on a rock. "Witch!" I yelled, feeling the pain shoot through me. CLAIRE I stared at my dress in frustration as tears gathered in my eyes. How could he ruin the one last gift she gave to me?! How did I even find such a crazy jerk cute in the first place? I must be crazy! I brought out my cellphone from my bag to check the time, and my chest almost flew out of my mind when I saw that it's just five minutes to the start of the audition.

"What was that? That looked so pretty." I was playing with my music box that noon when Leanna barged in. She always barges in and lately, it's been really irritating. I tried ignoring her and kept playing. The music box was one of the best things Mom left me. My grandmother gave it to her, then Mom gave it to me. It's a dancing ballerina and a prince. Mom always told me stories about fairy tales and by just looking at it makes me dream of being that princess. From the corner of my eyes, I knew Leanna was staring at me. Well, I didn't care. She was probably just going to pester me, anyway. I wasn't in the mood. Dealing with her these past few days has been exhausting. Why couldn't she

She went about dusting me off, and Gabby even stepped in to help. On the other side of the counter, Shaw snapped his fingers and pointed at me. “Dust!” he cried as if the word was a revelation in itself. Then he murmured, “Cinders,” before a huge smile spread across his face. He grinned smugly at Ezra. “Evil stepmother.” Transferring his attention back to me, he added, “Please tell me you have two ugly stepsisters.” “No.” I frowned, wondering why he would ask such a strange, random question. “I have two stepbrothers, but neither of them are ugly.”

Her tears fell, along with the blood-red apple rolling down the stairs, then stopped. “Is this it?” Cinderella muttered to herself when she opened the door and saw a dark room. She looked for a candle and lit it, then turned to see the room be bathed in warm, orange light. There, she really saw lots of treasures inside. “Wow.” She exclaimed, though her face looked expressionless.

I pop an eyebrow. "Well, I will let Grayson do the talking." She says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Can I see my face and my dress now." I bat my eyelashes, pursing my lips into a cute pout. "Nope." She pops the 'p' then drags me out of the bedroom to the living room. "you can check it out when you get back. As for now. Cinderella is late and Prince charming must be impatient." Who is Cinderella?