Descendants Cinderella's Daughter Novels & Stories

Hello guys, i hope you're all enjoying the story. I'm a newbie so please do not mind my errors. There's also room for correction and please do not forget to comment. Main characters in the story Isabella Davidson- female lead. She had always been treated poorly right from childhood. She thought it was her fault but then she found out that they hated her for no just reason. Her younger sister, Chloe would always convert whatever she had. She was called Cinderella at school because everyone knew of how poorly she was treated. She yearned to meet her prince charming.

“I know, but trust me, only you, my daughter, is worthy of a Duke. You know I can't be petty since people are watching, that's why I paired your sister with Klaus Raymond.” I leaned back and shook my head. So, she was going to make her daughter marry the duke of Cadenza and offer me to a man who hates me, and she calls that not being petty? I need to get out of here before I choke on my tears. *** I honestly don't know what I was doing. I've been calling my best friend Clair, but she isn't picking up. I had drunk three bottles of beer and began to feel terribly dizzy. I needed someone to talk to or do something to clear my head.

She gave me a small smile. "It's alright Ianna, I am happy for you. Now you have your mate and your father. Not only that, you are a princess and not an ordinary one like me but a true princess descendent of the Moon Goddess. I swear, I knew you were special from the first day we met."

Penelope slipped into a spot between Aiden and Dante. "Right." Willow cleared her throat. She leaned forward in her chair and met Lily's gaze. "As I said before, you are the descendant of the Moon Goddesses. However, it's much deeper than that." "You know, popcorn would be sufficient right now." Erica mentioned as she grabbed her mug of coffee and a cookie. Jayce glared at her. "What? It makes the best snack in times like this." "Okay." Lily let out a breath slowly. "By being a descendant, that means what, exactly?"

She then pulled her phone out of her purse and her smile turned to a frown. “Ugh, it’s my dad!” she groaned. “Of course,” Colton chuckled drily. “Cinderella has to be back before midnight,” Sierra’s lips curved into a half smile. Her eyes gave him a sorry look, but he just shrugged at her as if to say everything was okay. “Come on, I’ll help you down,” he said as he gave his hand out, leading her down to the window again.

Zoe nodded and smiled. Yanni held her dad’s waist. Her black eyes rolled in their sockets several times before she purposefully raised her voice and said, “You’re Alice, from here on out! Dad has had many assistants. Belle, Cinderella, Elsa, and more. “Each of them had huge breasts and slender waists and they all tried to seduce him. They wished they could climb on his bed and be my stepmother!” The little girl was even outlining Zoe’s figure with her hands.

The mark on her chest burned so hot it singed her gown. “Who are you?” Nyra demanded. He looked up. “I was sent to awaken what you are. What you’ve always been.” Nyra stepped back, summoning a dagger from thin air. The shadows obeyed her now. So did fire. So did things she couldn’t name. “What the hell are you talking about?” she snapped. The man didn’t flinch. “You are not just Selene’s daughter. You are the heir to the Throne of Cinders. Your birth was foretold in the Codex of Ruin. And now… you must rise.”

He perfectly matched the monster described in the legends. It was only then that I realized that the curse was legitimate. It was a good thing that this time around, I didn't dedicate myself to rescuing Oliver, thereby affording William a clear path to survival. I held his face in my hands and asked, "Have you forgotten my lineage, William? I am a descendant of witches; I can see the future in my dreams. I once dreamed that I married Oliver, and Ella refused to lift your curse. You couldn't bear to become a monster, so you took your own life instead."

answered Lisa. “Hmm… Makes sense,” agreed Nestie. “I can’t help imagine Cinderella dancing with her Prince Charming until the clock strikes twelve.” Lisa smiled. “This time, Cinderella gets to keep her pretty dress and shoes.” “And Prince Charming!” added Nestie. He twisted his body to turn to his friend. “More like Princes Charming, this time,” said Lisa. Nestie raised an eyebrow. “Just how many suitors does this cousin of you have?”

Then a familiar voice cut through the chaos. “Xavier Thorn, you foolish boy!” Nana Cromwell pushed through the crowd, her small frame radiating unexpected authority. Her silver hair gleamed under the moonlight as she stepped between us. “Do not do this. The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes, she is your mate!” Nana yelled. “Rejectimg your fated mate carries a heavy price. Mark my words, child. You will regret this night for the rest of your days.” Nana continued.