Novel & Cerita Cinderella Wasn't Me Manga

Mara became silent for a moment. Her hand was touching her forehead. It was like she was in deep thoughts or she was confused. The prince was looking at her without blinking. " I was asking about your sister, Mary", the prince said with a stern voice. "Oh! Mary, I- I", Mara was stammering while she was still holding her forehead. The prince shifted his hand closer to her direction. He touched her hand. "Are you alright", he said seemed to be concerned. Mara lifted her hand smiling nervously. " I- I'm alright, yes. It's just that I- I", she seemed disoriented this time

The guard continue to say. "Just go do what I asked"Aurora says grimacing, she watched as the guards stared at eachother in confusion. Then suddenly one of them raced into the castle. Few minutes later, Cindy rushes out of the palace. She looks different, different from the Cinderella she had met in the woods. With the blissful expression and the happy aura emitting from this Cindy, it's so obvious that she's really doing well. She isn't the Cindy that cried in the middle of the dark woods because she was jilted by her former lover, she isn't the Cindy that was worked to the bones by her wicked stepmother and sisters. She's the Cindy that's now the queen of Nevera, she looks lovely in a blue

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“I am more than a Cinderella." *** END.

Everything happened quickly, like it was a movie. Well, it could be a movie, and I would play the lead role: The Cinderella. My story had suddenly changed from being a lowly Omega to a future Luna. My mistress and Kendra now treated me with respect, even though it wasn’t their wish. They had no choice, because they couldn’t afford to face Cassius’s wrath.

could be. "May, first question is for you. I noticed the gorgeous t-shirt you're wearing. Is there a story behind it?" I blinked. Honestly, the story was too long for me to try and explain to the annoyingly beautiful woman but I did so anyway. "Yes there is. I'm pretty sure you've heard it before but this time it's different. Cinderella isn't running from the prince, instead she is running towards him and in the process, she loses not a shoe but herself. This t-shirt symbolises how I stopped running and decided that no prince was worth losing myself over."

No matter how little monster blood ran through your veins they will be hunted down. Half-breeds like her that live with humans are expected to hide. If she ever wants to continue with this farce of an identity then there’s no other way around it. But she did not want it to be Rodrick. That much she knows. A thought flashed in her mind. About a small silver-haired girl that was beautiful as a land of flowers. Her innocent smile that shone through the clouds, and her eyes that made her see the river of Muria. She could still hear her voice. But not so much her smile.

“Congratulations Hannah Rodriguez, your new name is now Cinderella Mackenzie. Welcome to the world of wealth and riches” TBC

She loved reading stories about girls who had suffered unjustly but had happy endings at last instead of reading stories of vampires, witches and werewolves which was the most preferred among the people in her city because she does not believe in its existence as most of the people do, she found such stories scary and preferred happy ending books like Cinderella's. Monalisa slowly lowered her gaze to a book in her hand which was still about Cinderella, this was the only Cinderella book she had left because the others had been burnt by her aunt Lila and her daughter Annabel who was about the same age as she was. “Cinderella and the seven dwarfs,” she muttered, running her fingers tenderly at