Cinderella Story. Novels & Stories

“Right? You are just like other women. In fairytales believe. ” “Oh! That's not Brylle! I have never been a fan of fairytales! Cinderella's story is even worse than what happened in my life! What a fairytale there ” "Eh why are you still prince charming-prince charming?"

She just didn't know. "Mom, The Wrong Cinderella is one of the best books of our time. It is a fairytale that has broken every single rule that is associated with the genre. The well-known tale of the orphaned servant is retold in modern times where balls are house parties and princes are famous jocks. The biggest plot twist, however is when prince Charming falls for the wrong Cinderella. In this timeless, genius story, Cinderella isn't a servant but a rich, uberfemale who won't let a boy get in her way." I told her, doing my best to sum it all up in a way she would understand but that would still make the book sound as awesome as it is.

Her name matched the initials that were engraved on the necklace. He step mother ensured the guards that they were making a mistake. She even scolded Mary for telling the lies to the guards if the prince. The guards took her picture and took it to the prince. The prince was thrilled he had finally found his dream girl. She was invited to a dinner at the palace.

My family would pay respect to our mother at her grave and after that we would celebrate the Red Moon Day on the outskirts of our tribe, precisely at the borders of Crescent tribe and Nebula tribe where I would meet my future husband. I tied the lace of my black dress, my hair was in ponytail with no makeup on. I was going to meet my future husband today and that thought couldn't even excite me a little bit. I gave up every pleasure of mine for this tribe and now I was going to give up on my love too. If only I could have that precious thing called love, such an extraordinary thing to feel, to has that no one could took it away from you. Someone knocked on my door "it's time to leave" That w

I tucked her in and read a bedtime story. " Daddy please read me the Cinderella story" she said cheerfully while jumping on the bed. And I nodded as I took the story book in my hand and began reading. "ONCE UPON A TIME a girl named Cinderella lived with her stepmother and two stepsisters. Poor Cinderella had to work hard all day long so the others could rest. It was she who had to wake up each morning when it was still dark and cold to start the fire. It was she who cooked the meals. It was she who kept the fire going. The poor girl could not stay clean, from all the ashes and cinders by the fire."

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

Everytime, they left her to clean the whole house as they went to visit friends and attend parties. One day, a prince was hosting a party and invited all the young girls to the party. He was also going to choose the most beautiful of them all to make a wife. "But Cinderella didn't make it to the party right? She asked sadly. "Wait, we are getting there, She got to hear the news from one of her friend who always sneaked in from the back of the house to visit her. Her auntie and sisters never informed her about the party, in as much as they despised her and saw her as a wretched maid, they also feared her beauty as she was getting more beautiful day by day as they continued to maltreat her.

I was able to merge into the background, smiling, and being happy for my cousin as she married the man of her dreams. I was throwing those shoes away as soon as I had the chance. High heels were going to be my downfall. No wonder Cinderella left her shoe on the palace steps when she ran away. The darn things were impossible to walk in.

How could he tell me what to do? I flinched when his hand touched my injured foot. Carefully, he lifts it and slip it inside the shoe with his eyes never leaving mine. That gentle smile across his handsome face, as he crouch down before me. "... my Cinderella."

“Have you lost your mind? I'm only thirteen years old, we don't even know each other!” “Let me clarify this matter. First, age is not a barrier for lovers to get married. Second, then what's a big deal if we don't know each other? Even in the stupid fairy tales I've heard, a poor lady marries a prince in just one meeting, and that happens because of a single shoe! What a lame story!” “Cinderella doesn't lame! After all, she danced with the Prince, that's where their love grows!" Lillian snapped back.