Descendants Cinderella's Daughter Novels & Stories

“Elegant but not loud.” “Do you have anything… not mayor’s-wife level?” I whispered. She laughed. “Meron, meron. Don’t worry, I’ll help you choose.” I stood there with my arms crossed, still stewing in irritation, but I had to admit—the collection was gorgeous. And also intimidating. Like, what was I even doing here? Borrowing the dresses of Lucas’s late mother because my husband forgot to mention a tiny detail like THE ACTUAL DATE OF HIS FATHER’S BIRTHDAY?

"Well...They might be ashamed... or scared..." "Scared?" Ryder looked up at her father lost. "Why?" "I don't know... maybe they are scared that if people find out who they are they will be disappointed? Or that they might change their opinion about them once they find out who they are." Henry said while tapping his chin. Then his eyes focused on Ryder who had slipped deep in her thoughts. "What movie is this? I want to watch it." "Cinderella," Ryder answered without hesitation and walked outside to the backyard.

Kimberly: "Yes, uncle." Kyle: "I'll give you a box of chocolate." Samantha and Kenzie looked at each other, curious at the conversation while everyone else within the family, minded their own business. However, seeing as how Kyle was very distracted, Kenzie leaned over to her daughter and asked, "So... What are you two talking about?" "It's nothing," Kyle was quick to respond. "Are we done here? I'm very tired." Unfortunately for Kyle, Kimberly meant to share. With a big grin on her face, she said, "Uncle Kyle met Cinderella. She was pretty in a blue dress - She's my friend! Uncle asked for her name, but I did not know."

The name “Erella.” This is Cinderella. Sandy’s heart dropped to her stomach. You’ve got to be kidding me. She remembered this story vividly. She used to hate it as a child. The main heroine—kind, gentle, endlessly forgiving—had always driven her crazy. While other girls dreamed of glass slippers and fairy godmothers, Sandy rolled her eyes. “If someone treated me like that,” she’d once told her sister, “I’d throw the slipper at their face, not wear it to a royal ball.”

“Yes, Monalisa was given birth to by Takada and Divine by the Alabaster Weald ruler, The White witch queen, Genteel.” Gwanhoya laughs and ceases her laugh, “Now it is starting to make sense!” “What is starting to make sense?” “The rage that was coming from the white queen, why she kept asking about her daughter and why she did not kill her when I send her to assault the Enchanted Forest.” “You send Divine to attack the White witch’s forest or this Mukura you are talking of?” “Tell me, how old is this Divine you are talking about?” “She must be 18 or 19 by now and her birthday must have happened recently!”

They couldn't let the so shameless husband and wife corrupt their minds because they couldn't get a room. Even Mercury couldn't watch. Royalty clearly was kissing Cinderella to mock him. He stood, hissed and pushed the chair away. He polled towards the door, but froze on his tracks almost immediately. A proud majestic woman and her daughter were being escorted by some Maids. Mercury recognized them, especially Ciara. She was Cinderella's half sister. Ciara also froze on her tracks. She raised her head, and locked eyes with the big black devil. If the housekeeper who stood at the door had not seen wrong, she was very sure Ciara gave Mercury an affirmative nod, while he drove his hands into hi

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

Her body shivered at the memory of Aiden whom she had left without feeling five months ago. Even though she didn't want to, like it or not, Nathania had to join in welcoming the arrival of King Ellios and Fotia's entourage who were known as descendants of cursed demons. They stood up, welcoming the King and the royal family who got off the horse-drawn carriage that was carrying them. The king, Ellios, Queen Mother Katerina, the four daughters of the king, Duke Felix, his wife and son, Marco got off the horse-drawn carriage.

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

“You don’t know your history. No one really knows their own history. Estrild had three daughters before she married Sabius, and we are descendants of Estrild.” “And you said my blood is useful-” I furrowed my brows. “Why?” “You ask lots of questions for an useless witch,” Claudine said with a frown. “Shut up.” “I have been here for Freyr knew how long and-” I sighed. “It is alright,” Orna said. “You are a descendant of Azura.” I gasped. I couldn’t be… how?