Cinderella Story Step Sisters Novels & Stories

I count to three in my head and smile. "Well, thanks, step-sis." Now I'm the one who's dusting off nothing from the front of her shirt. She steps back and her lips turn down in a sneer, as if disgusted that I just touched her. I ignore her reaction and continue. "But you see, in all three Sequels, Cinderella always got her happily ever after, because no matter how you try to fit in someone else's shoe in order to have what rightfully belongs to them, or what they've earned fair an square, you prove to be lesser than them and totally jealous."

When I turned six years old he married Lucinda I didn't like because she always squeezed my chubby cheeks painfully and called me little Cinderella because of my golden blonde hair. She had also lost her husband a few years ago just like father had lost mother. To my surprise father had liked Lucinda a lot and he decided to marry her. Once they got married I was introduced to my new step sisters. "Soledae dear these are your new sisters Maxima and Mila they will now live with us" father said quietly. They were my new step sisters. Maxima always bullied me and called me nasty names. Mila would always come to my rescue and we also got along very well we were more like best friends.

I’d frame him for a scandal so damaging it would destroy his chances of ever becoming Alpha and with his father's leadership gone, he would have nobody to help him back up. Then Avery, the wicked stepmother in the Cinderella story though she wasn't my stepmother. I laughed at how perfectly she fit the role. Elegant, charming, and vicious under the surface, vile as well with a foul mouth like a venomous snake. She’d made my life hell for years, but I would have the last word. I would strip her of everything she held dear, her social status, her wealth, her influence. I’d expose her secrets and whatever I lay my hands on, once I'm done with her, she would amount to nothing but a laughingstock

My legs were shaky as I slipped back into the ballroom, his cum still dripping down my thighs. That was how it all started. But if you want the full story how a servant girl ended up getting fucked by the prince on a balcony I have to take you back to the beginning. My real name is Ella. Everyone calls me Cinderella. Not because I’m some delicate princess in a fairytale. It’s because I scrub floors, clean toilets, and cook for my stepmother and stepsisters like I’m nothing more than a maid in my own house.

This is a nightmare I want to wake up from. Thirty minutes later, I was finished cleaning. My stepmother’s stilettos echoed in the hall, growing louder until she was right in front of me again. “Take this,” she snapped, flinging a dress at me. “Change into it. We can't have you looking like a maid in front of our guests.” I scoffed, clutching the mop stick even tighter. Of course, I was a maid—one they used however they pleased. Ever since my father died, My step mother and sister changed from the loving family I once knew to vicious witches.

"Like eliminating the threat to your child's introduction to society." "So what's your play here?" I dropped the fake civility. "Steal our children to ensure our compliance? All for what? This little throne in one of the many different Fae territories?" "No, this is about uniting the kingdoms." Maeve smiled and it was a dark, ugly, twisted grin that split her face. She gestured sharply once and two girls stumbled from a dark alcove. When my mom had read me the story of Cinders Ella, I would always have her gloss of the ugly description of the stepsisters. I had a solid sense of justice and hated to think that there were girls being made fun of because they didn't fit the standard mold of bea

I had no choice, my beautiful Princess bedroom was taken from me and given to my ‘sisters’ and I was given a much smaller room as according to my Stepmother, ‘I was just a small child and I did not need much space’ My Father did not see it, he was so besotted with his new wife he forgot to protect me and my ‘sisters’ stole everything I had. When I tried to complain they cried saying I had given it to them. My Father told me not to be selfish and share my things, my ‘sisters’ had not been as lucky as me.

Painfully. Father married the first one not even a year after my mother was gone. This step cow is the forth or fifth one I think. Can't be bothered to keep count anymore. They are all the same in the end. They act all nicey nice to me until the ring is on the finger and the "I do's" are said, then it's Cinderella and evil stepmother. But this one, she is the worst, at least the others didn't abuse me, not like she does.

my daughter replied smiling mischievously making me confuse. "Who are those actors sweetheart?" I asked tucking her, hair behind her ear. "Mommy will be step-Mom, brothers will be step-sisters, You will be angel, I will be Cinderella and Arjun will be my prince," She replied smiling beautifully making my heart burst into joy. Controlling my smile, because she chose the characters which my wife hates most. "We will think about it. Go and wait for me. In your room," I replied smiling at her which made her dimple pop.

“Are you crazy? Get down now!!” Ivaan was trying to push her away, but she started wiggling. “Please, Ivaan, you have two daddies. Why can’t you give me one? I have researched on the internet, we will be step-siblings, this will be so fun!! My mom will love you, she will not treat you like Cinderella. We will have one big, happy family. I promise!” Kiara continuously tried to convince him, but he shook his head in disagreement.