Cinderella's Real Name Novels & Stories

One team, one family. "She is a business major with brown hair and blue eyes, has a bird and rose tattoo on her arms, and her whole side is done up. The girl we are looking for is probably around 5'5 and is really toned. She lives on campus and has a stepbrother that goes here, but I don't know his name." Jones looked around the table as I pulled a chair up as well. "Alright, boys," he said. "The hunt for Cinderella begins!"

Suddenly the voice stop's and two orbs emerge forming an image of a fairy which appeared in front of her. She stares intensely at the fairy for a moment before she tries coming closer. The fairy had almost the same features of Elena except for her wing's which looked more bigger and crystal white than Elena's. Opening her eye's the fairy says “Ah thank goodness you finally came Elena! I have been waiting for you for a very long time now. You look so beautiful! How I wished I was still with you but at least I finally got to see you.” she said as she came closer to give Elena a hug. Elena is confused and asks “Sorry who are you? And how do you know my name?” she says as she takes a few steps b

She added. "Hahaha, I know that, the one mummy says right? I asked tickling her and she nodded as she laughed as she tried to take my hands away. "Once upon the time, there lived a little girl who had no mother, and was left with only a wicked step mother who was so mean to her. She also had no name but because she always cleaned up the cinder's she was later called Cinderella by some people including her step sisters. Everytime, they left her to clean the whole house as they went to visit friends and attend parties.

She said, cutting me short. I moved to the edge of the couch eagerly. "I want you to know. You should know. You must have thought my adoptive family was nice to me because of my relationship with Kingston. However, that isn't the case at all. I am a real-life Cinderella. The only difference is I am only related to them by paper. Kingston was the only nice person among them, and before I came down here, I had survived taking poison." "What?" She exclaimed in shock. "how did that happen?"

I say and laugh to myself, he isn't laughing even though it's so funny. How weird. "Now what's your name?" He asks. "Cinderella" I bat my lashes at him. "You have a serious problem" He shakes his head. "Your name," "Fine, I'm Scarlett" I pause but continue anyway, pulling down the scrunchy holding my ponytail, letting it fall to my waist

I would rather just stay here and be happy every day. "Excuse me," I called for one of the girls standing around my bed. "Yes, Your Highness," she replied as she got closer to me. I shook my head in disagreement, "You don't have to call me that. My name is Ruth." "I'm sorry, but I can't call you by your name. We were clearly instructed that you are the princess, and we shouldn't do anything that will get us into trouble. I'll be in big trouble if you insist," she replied.

She sighed frustrated. "You know who you should choose," Jordan started playfully. "Who," Trix asked cautiously, lifting her head off his shoulder. "Cinderella, homie, cause you broke," Jordan said. His boisterous laughter consumed the air. Trix shoved him playfully, joining in the laughter as well. The laughter died after a minutes and Jordan went to get a drink. Trix was screwed. How was she going to write a story in one night. Mrs. Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task.

"Once upon a time there lived a beautiful girl called Cinderella. Cinderella lived with her two step sisters and her wicked stepmother. They were very unkind to Cinderella and made her do a lot of hard work...." Camilla straddled Vanessa in her arms as she kept reading from one of Vanessa's numerous storybooks. Her worried orbs were too noticeable, Camilla could easily tell that she was disturbed and absent minded. The Vanessa she knew should have been deep in her slumber by this time of the night but tonight was a different case.

She felt a little guilty about not purchasing from her workplace, but the shoes had been too perfect to pass up. She slid them on, feeling a little bit like Cinderella putting on a glass slipper. She needed to complete the transformation, though. Kat took her hair out of the ponytail, shaking the long dark tresses free before taking off the cardigan and stuffing it in her bag. If she got cold, she’d just have to dance to warm up. She felt like a new, better version of herself. This was how she saw herself and she was going to show everyone else this fun and carefree side of her.

But, the petite woman who opened the door appears harmless with a beautiful silver hair and cute face. Calling my almost seizing breath back in place, I released Xander folded hand. Causing him to glare briefly at me. “You must be Liam's son?” The woman pointed out as her eyes lingered on Xander. Xander was about to say something to her when she gasped loudly, staring at me. “I was almost sure I have seen that face somewhere before, are you Kendrick's daughter? The alpha?” I nodded my head hurriedly, glad that Xander isn't the only one who looks like his father. “Yes, I am Kendrick's daughter, Kira.”