Cinderella Story Read Novels & Stories

“Can you just give them both pretty dresses or something? So they can both be Cinderella and stop trying to kiss me?” My eyebrows shot up to my hairline at that request. “And why are they both trying to kiss you again?” “Yeas,” Cindy looked thoughtful for a second. “Cinderella doesn’t kiss her Prince Charming until the very end of the story.” “No…they want to kiss me to make sure one of them is my Cinderella.” The poor boy seemed visibly shaken at the idea. “They keep saying they’ll know once they kiss me.” “Is that so?” This time, the voice came from right beside me and there was no mistaking who it belonged to.

The Winter Fairy *** Elena tries as much as possible to visit Elevina before she goes out. It really made Elevina extremely worried about her. Sometimes she would get some flowers to keep besides her singing a particular song Elevina would always listen to. “ I once was a little girl, I dreamed that I could cry and fear, go to a winter's snow and come pass all the nightmares.” Elena sings kissing Elevina's head before she takes her leave.

By Elle. “Daddy! I’m done! Can we order pizza to celebrate” I call to Nikolai, jumping up from the bed to get my real happy ending and maybe some seggsy time. THE END. HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY! LOVE U ALL. CINDERELLA, THE BROKE PRINCESS.

“Welcome home sweetheart.” She leaps into my arms squealing in total surprise wrapping her legs around my waist. I hold onto her tightly as I spin her around in a circle and place another kiss on her lips and place the keys in her hand when I lower her back to the ground. I can’t wait to start making more memories with this woman by my side for the rest of our lives. This is where our story started, and it will also be where Cinderella and Prince Charming have their happily ever after.

She knows that with her stepmother’s hateful personality, she would definitely give her a beating once she found out that she snuck out of their house, and even go to attend the ball which she has forbidden her to go to before when the palace announced in every home about the prince wanting to find a woman to marry. But, Cinderella is already here after a lot of hardship escaping in that house. So, she has to make use of this opportunity to… steal! Steal more so she can earn more once she sells the treasures! “They have their own stories, so just focus on your own (story).” The fairy godmother said. “Bye!” she waved her hand and instantly disappeared. “She is really a fairy.” Ariel wrote on

“Look on the bright side Ralia. You get to go to a party tonight. You could even meet your prince charming today.” I smiled weakly and nodded as she led me once again to my dressing table. It was a game we both played, where we pretended my life would get better, that I was Cinderella, and that one day I would meet my prince charming in one of my brother’s parties, and he would whisk me away from the cage of my tower room into the freedom and love of his home, or that I was Rapunzel, and one day, an honorable thief would climb inside my tower room, hoping to steal treasures, but instead, would find the greatest treasures of all – me.

"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."

he mumbled. Isobel’s face brightened. She looked more beautiful than I’d ever seen her before. “Great,” she said, “these books are super important to me. They’re first edition fairy tales with hand-drawn pictures. They’re really good pictures, too.” She began to gather an armful of crumbling old books. “Did you know, in some of the original versions of Cinderella, the wicked stepsisters cut off parts of their feet to fit them into the glass slipper?” Kit perked to attention and stopped holding my leg entirely. “Really?”

“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

She was patting on my shoulder and caressing my cheeks. I never believed in fantasies, I grew up reading stories about tragedy and life struggle. I never read the stories of Cinderella, snow-white, or princess aurora so I know very well that fantasy is not a real-life category.