Cinderella's Dress Live Action Novels & Stories

She pinched her thumb and index finger, twisted her index finger, brought her fingers in and out until my dress felt considerably different on me. It was practically Cinderella—the Rated-R version with vampires, sex, and witches who employed half naked women to satisfy the creatures of the night. She stood by and examined me one more time. My breasts were more revealed and the dress was much higher and much tighter than before. Rashida nodded before standing in front of me.

I knew Baron was trying to control his anger, which was almost at the peak of eruption, and I prayed in my mind that Cinderella see the red flag and bolted out of the door before Baron breathed fire on her. Dressed in a beautiful red embroidered gown that makes her look like a princess, with a red opal as an ornament, high-heeled shoes on spotless legs. She looks lovely and sophisticated, unlike me, who looks like a simple village girl. Baron turned towards me and asked, "Have you eaten?" "No...not yet. I will go to the kitchen and grab something to eat." "No. You will stay here. I will send someone to bring your meal."

When I walk back into the room the girls let out excited squeals; clapping ecstatically as Raven rushes over to help me with my zip, fastening my dress in its place. “Here you go Cinderella,” Dakota teases as she leans across the bed handing me a pair of red bottom court heels; a dazzling glitter embedded gently across the leather sides, a subtle yet unique touch. After slipping my feet into the new heels we make our way downstairs as I put my shoulder cape jacket over my shoulders, hitching my dress up slightly, being careful not to step on the fabric and send myself tumbling down. When we reach the bottom step the faint flow of soft conversation breaks through the closed kitchen doors as R

A hand flew to my throat in surprise. Her outfit was flamboyant as usual - bright yellow and pink dress, hair teased with butterflies pinned in, black pointy boots, and black and pink polka dot tights. "What the hell?" "Sorry, Cinderella," she said breezily, walking past me and into my room. She sneezed. "I was just leaving to meet Leo," I said, but followed her back inside.

“Prince Charming’s holding a massive gala this evening. You’re Cinderella, and you’re going to the ball.” My heart leapt up into my throat. “What?!” “Did I stutter?” “No – but – ” “Are you not familiar with the popular fairy tale where a poor girl living in a hovel – ” “This is not a hovel!” I snapped. “Close enough. Poor girl, living in a hovel and dressed in rags – ” “These are not rags!” I shouted as I touched the lapel of my jacket. “I paid a lot of money for this – ”

He turned off the TV and waited, frowning. Ten minutes later, his jaw dropped as I stepped into the living room. He smiled, shook his head slowly, and stared at me from head to toe. I was in a huge white dress, with sleeves off my cute bare shoulders, an elegant lacy top over my perky boobs, a silk white bow below my cleavage, a wide back like a Cinderella gown with a train of frosty white lace trailing behind me like cirrus clouds, and an open front revealing my cute legs…. And my dirty Ugg boots.

They did not notice a small figure crouched in the corner of the living room, covering her ears in terror. She was still wearing the dress I had never worn before—the one that had been taken back to the mall and exchanged for a smaller size. I drifted over, hugged my knees, and curled up across from her, staring at the dress on her body. It was blue, studded with rhinestones, and very beautiful as it glittered brightly. Like the dress Cinderella wore in cartoons. Daddy had promised long ago that he would buy it for me if I passed my exam.

It’s just that at the end of the day when I crashed onto my bed I was unable to sleep, thinking all of this was short-lived unless I signed the marriage contract and walked down the aisle with him. That Friday evening, I chose to wear a black Amber de la Renta floor-length off-shoulder evening gown, thanks to my Fairy Godmother, Daisy. It made me look like a mermaid especially with the long sweeping train with a bold high slit upfront. I parted my hair in the center and tied most of it in a loose bun at the nape of my neck letting some tendrils fall naturally along my bare shoulders. I did not wear any necklaces and stacked some gold bracelets on one hand. Just then! “Wohoooo” Helen whistled

The little dwarf was childlike and playful, portrayed by a young child. But the princess? Carolyn was surprised. She took the basket and the little dwarf ran away. She turned around with a basket in her arms and looked at Carsen, "He just called me princess!" Carsen murmured, "Shouldn't Her Royal Highness change into a princess gown?" He took out a very ethereal and dreamy beautiful white chiffon dress from the basket, "Put it on." Carolyn couldn't help but smile, as she slipped on the chiffon dress.

Hello guys, i hope you're all enjoying the story. I'm a newbie so please do not mind my errors. There's also room for correction and please do not forget to comment. Main characters in the story Isabella Davidson- female lead. She had always been treated poorly right from childhood. She thought it was her fault but then she found out that they hated her for no just reason. Her younger sister, Chloe would always convert whatever she had. She was called Cinderella at school because everyone knew of how poorly she was treated. She yearned to meet her prince charming.