Cinderella Stepsister Novels & Stories

Quite contented with her accomplishment for the day, she traced on the brick path towards the highway along with the other students in the university. In a distance, she saw her stepsisters chatting with their friends on the school park. "Hey, Cinderella! There's garbage in here, please sweep this off to the bin!" Hanie, one of her step-sis, called out while their friends laughed out loud. "Oh! There's a broom in there. Come pick it up and begin cleaning!" Kimie interjected.

"Isn't all this like Cinderella? You are Cinderella, disappearing at midnight and I'm your Prince." Midnight shook his head biting down a chuckle. "Cinderella my ass."

“There’s nothing like that here—“ “There is when if you have a laptop. You’re rich, aren’t you, Mr. Driver?” “Wait!” Stephen stood up, went to his room, and when he came back there, he was already carrying a laptop. He sat next to us, we had Nash in the middle. Stephen searched on YouTube and found what Nash called Cinderella. “Sis Alyana, I want to be the prince and find someone like Cinderella.” “Why do you want someone like Cinderella?” I asked, wondering.

The ninth stepmother looked confused, and in a hurry, she asked, "Duchess, please stop. I'll speak here— I want to beg the Duchess to let me go." Emma raised her eyebrows, her tone icy, "If the ninth stepmother wants to leave, go to my father or mother and explain your situation. Don't come begging to me." Without waiting for the ninth stepmother's explanations, Emma quickly walked away. Unexpectedly, the ninth stepmother knelt before Emma, her voice unwavering, "Saving a life is like building a seven-story tower. I implore the Duchess to show compassion and let me go! Otherwise, if Luna Sandra discovers my weaknesses, she will destroy me!"

…………………… Natalie got down her car and looked at the building in front of her with so much hostility because now, the owner of the company is her bitch of a step sister. She, the legitimate heirless of Cooper Corporation can’t even get a position in her father’s company but Clarissa became the acting CEO. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t digest the news. Since childhood, she got everything she wanted and trampled over Clarissa’s life again and again but the bitch rose to fame in just one night. Just like a pathetic housemaid becoming Cinderella. But she won’t let her have the happy ending with the prince as in the fairy-tale.

"Don't even think about it! Trash will always be trash, and don't ever expect me to pick it up." Hearing Kimberly's words about her mother, Deborah clenched her fists. She roughly grabbed Kimberly's shoulder, forcing the girl to face her. "Don't you dare act like that towards my mom! Regardless, she's married to Daddy. You have no right to treat her like that!" Deborah shouted, her eyes glaring. But it didn't scare Kimberly. She even stepped forward, as if challenging the girl in front of her. Deborah was the one slowly stepping back in fear. "You're just like your mother. Both of you are trash that will never be noble, even if you're placed in a palace." Kimberly's eyes were filled with hat

He had a habit of tapping her head. She was already ten years old, while the others were fifteen. Nathalia could understand things more easily now, but she still couldn’t quite grasp the full meaning of what Shantel had just told her. “She’s my queen, to be exact,” Stephen interjected seriously into the conversation. Nathalia couldn’t help but frown. Stephen kept saying that she was his queen, but he would often tease and annoy her. “Hey! Since we are all here, let’s play hide and seek,” Ash suggested.

When my boyfriend, Simon Hepworth, got down on one knee for the 66th time, I was finally moved by his persistence and said yes. But on the eve of our wedding, he dropped a bombshell on me. He told me he wanted to have a child with his stepsister, Fiona Hepworth. Have a baby with his own sister? How absurd was that? I refused outright, and we got into a huge fight. But I never could've imagined what came next.

She twisted her lip and snapped her head away from the pity-filled sight of the pair of eyes. She could read the girls' face despite the night as it wasn't a new book to her; it was a book which had had all her ordeal written. A book that had sold more in her residential area than Julius Caesar had sold in the part of the country she was in. The youngsters had crowned her with all sorts of names; from Watergirl to filthy to ugly to maid to Cinderella without a prince. All of which made her wonder if they could even remember her birth name. Finally, the tap was crowd-free. Nora rushed to deposit her twenty-liter jug beneath the recently vacant flowing tap after which she turned to its former