Cinderella Was A Liar Novels & Stories

This is the seventh year of my arranged marriage to Frank Jackson, yet he is constantly seeing other women. Because of that, I become known in our circle as the ever-tolerant wife. Everyone is watching and waiting to see when a mistress will finally replace me. But when I unexpectedly get pregnant, I hear a furious voice screaming at me from my belly in my mind. "Mommy, are you some holy saint? In your past life, you kept tolerating everything. That was exactly why my scumbag dad's mistress drove you out and left you for dead on the streets! "That vile woman is practically trampling all over you. How can you not fight back? Slap her! While you're at it, give my fool of a dad a good slap, too! The more you tolerate, the more people push their luck. You need to stand up for yourself and divorce that scumbag!" I swallow nervously, but my hand is already itching to act. Maybe I should try doing what the baby says...

Heating starts on the 15th, so I give my mom the money to pay the heating bill two days in advance and ask her to pay it for me. But a week passes, and it still feels like an icehouse in my apartment. I am on the phone complaining to my younger brother's wife, Selena Lyons, who lives upstairs. "You are right not to pay the heating fee. I paid, and it made no difference. We're freezing to death here." From the other end of the call, I faintly hear my nephew shouting, "Mom, it's so hot! I want a popsicle!"

Mira had been betrayed and hurt, and lost everything she had, including her life; but in this life, she swore to get revenge on those evil people including her best friend and the so-called love of her life. Knowing everything this time around, she came on a revenge mission. However this life has a shocker for her - Kira finds true love in the least possible guy she expected, especially one who she had hurt in her past life.

She thought the divorce was successful, packed her bags, and left carefreely, but who knew he'd come knocking on the door in no time. The first time, he appeared calm and said, "Darling, the baby is hungry!" The second time, he shamelessly said, "Darling, I'm hungry too!" The third time, he directly pounced and said, "Darling, it's so cold, let's get moving!" Her ex-husband's persistent pursuit of love left her powerless to resist, and each step was a shock to her emotions. "We are divorced already!" She finally couldn't bear it anymore. He resolutely handed over a small child and said, "Here, one is not enough, add two more babies!"

I was like the pure and innocent Cinderella of a school romance novel. Unlike the aristocratic students around me, I didn't come from wealth or privilege. I earned my place at this elite academy through merit alone, my high scores opening the gates to a world far beyond my means. Cinderella is supposed to be stubborn, proud, and righteous—standing tall despite her humble origins. But I have none of those qualities. All I have is poverty.

The Cinderella story never ends about a wicked step mom and her daughter who takes over the mansion and maltreats the husband's daughter. In the case of Roxanna Roland, she's more like the unfortunate Cinderella who never got to meet a prince at midnight. About to be wedded to a man who is in love with her sister and at the same time, pregnant for a complete stranger with no identity or a face to him. A daughter from a wealthy home how can she face the shame and disgrace she unleashed upon herself. Who is the father of her child? Will she ever find him? What if she finds him, will he accept her child?

Sandy grew up surrounded by kids who adored the story of Cinderella—the gentle girl who lost her father, was cast aside by her cruel stepfamily, and endured endless chores without ever fighting back. But Sandy? She loathed it. She couldn’t stand how Cinderella stayed silent, how she let herself be tormented. Then one day, Sandy died in a fire. And woke up as Cinderella. Thrown into the very tale she despised, Sandy tries to play her part—scrubbing floors, swallowing her pride, surviving the cruelty of her stepmother and stepsisters. But everything changes when she’s kidnapped by bandits. Cornered in the forest, her fear turns into rage… and something inside her erupts. A powerful gust of wind explodes from her body, flattening everything around her. Real, terrifying magic. Her eyes flew wide, her mouth agape—pure disbelief etched across her face. Could it be? Did Cinderella possess supernatural powers? And not just her—almost everyone in the kingdom shimmered with something… otherworldly. Was this still the fairytale she thought she knew? Or had the story slipped into something far more enchanted than anyone imagined?

What if Cinderella absolutely hated Prince Charming? Several years and a handful of scandals were enough to make Taliana Avilla forget all about her sworn enemy, Sebastian Phillips. Too bad a one-night stand and a lost diamond ring made her remember all over again.

A liar gas has invaded the world permanently. Nobody can lie, else an instant . Ariyah has commited herself to remaining silent for the rest of her life. Her family thinks it is just because she is afraid of , but how can she hide the fact that she is bisexual now that she can't lie? Will she come out to everyone and move on with life or will she let the liar gas rule her world and make her a mute, till she actually dies?You can't lie!

From a maid to the fiancé of one of the most eligible bachelor's in Europe, Cara Stone thought that she was living another Cinderella story without an evil stepmother... Little did she know that what destiny had written for her was much worse then having an evil stepmother... COPYRIGHTED ALL RIGHTS RESERVED