Cinderellas Sister Novels & Stories

She knew that her baby girl's love could heal even the deepest wounds. Curiosity is getting the better of her. Cinderella inquired, "But who called you, Mommy? Tell me the truth? I heard you talking about family. Was it Grandma?" Chelsea smiled weakly and shook her head. "No, sweetheart, it wasn't Grandma. It was Aunt Emma. She's Mommy's younger sister." Cinderella's eyes widened with excitement. "Aunt Emma? I want to talk to her too! Can you call her back, Mommy?"

She had never met the boy, but had seen so many portraits of him made by her sister that she'd started to think that she'd known him all along. Her sister was an amazing painter. She had made many beautiful paintings of her and her favorite Disney princesses that she proudly showed to her friends. She enjoyed seeing her friends looking at these gifts from her sister with awe and jealousy. She specially loved seeing the envious look on her friend Maddy when she saw them. Maddy was a meanie who had broken her new barbie's arm. But her sister had painted a picture of her with a beautiful Rapunzel that had turned Maddy green with jealousy. She smirked remembering that day. Her sister was truly w

She kept looking around the room unable to keep her eyes fixed on me. "So spill it."I didn't have the patience for us to be lurking around the bush. "I was jealous that he didn't even look at me you were his girlfriend sister that is that it had always been everyone finding you super attractive for your body for your face I barely get an hey you look good today," she dropped her face with a sigh and groaned, "so I guess I just wanted to prove to myself that I could get anybody I wanted to." She looked up at me with a sad pout, "when you told me you were at his house that night, I told your sister and that's how she caught you two that day."

"Wait, it seems like we’re still missing Caitlin." "Caitlin? Who’s that?" someone asked. "Isn’t she the one who was involved in that fight scandal a while ago? Wasn’t she the one who married into The Vanderbilt Family to bring him back to life?" "Ah, I remember! She wasn’t that good looking, just a plain girl." "Yeah, she wore those thick black glasses, and she wasn’t pretty at all. Oh, wait, isn’t she Jasmine’s sister?" "Yes, that’s my sister. She dropped out after her first year and married into The Vanderbilt Family recently."

"Imagine my face when they said Bennett." She tilted her head. "Your fiancée's last name is Bennett. Daughter of Elliot Bennett, the tycoon. So I did a little digging on the family. Two plus two. Rhea is Vanessa's little sister." I crossed to the dresser and poured myself a glass of water from the jug. "What are you saying?" "Your fiancée's little sister happens to be interning at your company, and you asked Maurice if he'd seen her. Why would you ask that?"

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

He began and I chuckled. "It's one of the reasons I feel like this. You have been through so much, my sister, my own little princess was once Cinderella, like it makes no sense." He spoke playfully and I rolled my eyes in a full circle amusement written on my face. "I wasn't cinderella as I didn't find any Prince charming nor did I talk to birds so yeah…but you were my Prince charming, rescuing me from that place and bringing me to my castle." We both laughed at the last part.

Her coy, deceitful nature repulsed me, yet she clung to me like a shadow. At our graduation party, she deliberately fell down a staircase in front of me. When everyone rushed over, her tearful accusations painted me as a cruel bully. I'd never forget the way Mitchell held her protectively that day, his gaze filled with disappointment, anger, and disdain as he looked at me. "You've let me down. I wish I didn't have a sister like you." But I didn't push her. That day, I waited at home for hours for Mitchell. He didn't come back. He didn't even answer my calls.

Her eyes held a mixture of anger and determination, and her presence exuded an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Mia," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "Or should I say, sister?" I stumbled back, my mind racing to process the information. A sister? How was that possible? I had grown up believing I was an only child, and now this woman claimed to be my long-lost twin. "Who are you?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. She smirked, relishing in the element of surprise she had created. "I am Cassandra. The sister you never knew you had. The sister you abandoned."

See you at the annual party, wifey. See you at the annual party, wifey. Sabrina could only cover her mouth in shock. She couldn’t speak until the box was fully opened, revealing a blue ball gown just like Cinderella’s. Then the realization hit her. Tyler’s costume is just like Cinderella’s prince charming! If that’s the case, she is Tyler’s date for the annual party. And above all, the dress he bought at the boutique last week is meant for her. Her heart overflowed with joy as they helped her put on the gown. They even added a pair of glass slippers. She felt like she was inside a fairy tale, playing the role of the leading lady.