Cinderella Story. Novels & Stories

“What are you trying to do, then? Give birth to a child for Klaus? How on earth did you get into his bed, huh? You know what, I don't even care how you did it. I will personally get rid of that thing you're carrying myself!” Paula pounced on me and began dragging me off the bed. “Let me go!” I screamed as I struggled with Paula. “What the hell is going on here!” Lady Diana charged in at once. Paula let go at once. “Mom, you know how much Klaus and I love each other. I mean, it's painful enough that I have to watch him marry this…this bitch. Now she's pregnant for him. How do you think this makes me feel?” “Darling, stop this madness! I already found you a notable suitor who will make you bec

Celine's POV When I was four, my mum told me the story of Cinderella and I was fascinated by it. I wanted my love story to be like that of Cinderella. I wanted my own prince charming. Back then, I asked my mum "mommy, do I have a prince charming like Cinderella?" My mom gave me that loving smile which I missed so much. The thought of her beautiful smile is the only thing that can calm me down when I find myself in a difficult situation.

He pointed to the screen. I glanced at it. A giant headline jumped out at me. [The Innocent Cinderella Is Not What She Seems: Secret Trysts Revealed! Monday, Wednesday, and Friday With Him—And Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday With…] I scratched my head. It looked like the kind of trashy gossip article you'd find in sketchy tabloids. Some random scandal, probably. Then I scrolled down. The first photo was a close-up of my face, dark circles and all, looking like something straight out of a horror movie.

“Is this your new fiancée?” Emily’s pulse raced as she plastered a polite smile on her face, every instinct telling her to run. But Liam’s firm grip on her hand anchored her in place. He leaned down, his voice low against her ear. “You’re doing great.” Somehow, his words helped. Emily straightened her shoulders, channeling every ounce of composure she could muster. The ballroom was filled with luxury and elegance. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above, and waiters in neat uniforms moved smoothly through the crowd with trays of champagne. The air was alive with conversations and laughter.

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

"Cinderella and the prince lived happily ever after. They became the nicest and fairest ruler to ever live. Dreams do come true, only if you have courage and be kind. And also with a little bit of magic," Abigail said as she finished reading Lenora her bedtime story.

"There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means that good things await you and your dancing partner so most people take the chance to dance with a loved one

“What in the world are you talking about, Gabby?” “Well…” She drew in a deep breath. “It all started the night I kind of, sort of broke into someone’s apartment.” THE END Next in the Fairy Tale Quartet: B & E Ever After A Hansel and Gretel Story

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!"

Greta hated it when people ate sweets before a meal. The prince went for a stroll in the garden but not without his sketchbook. It was pretty early so most of the flowers had just bloomed. He was at peace. But his life was filled with the calm before the storm. His storm was marching around the palace in search of him. The Duchess of Edinburgh aka the Queen. His mother.