Erotic Cinderella Novels & Stories

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

After an investigation, the wardens assigned have come back with a piece of twisted information. Above the mountain of Erana, which divided the poor village from the cities, they caught a glimpse of a crumbled castle from a far distance. But no matter which path they took, they could never reach the castle. Thus, they gave the creature the name Count of Erana. A creature thought to be immortal like the rest of the Counts of the continent. The King of Chesterfawn did not believe the existence of the Count. Until one day, he managed to hold a ball in the palace.

"I don't know. I just thought you might like this since I noticed you're really into baggy shirts?" Daeira grinned at him. "I feel like a Cinderella with a personal fairy god mother." "Cinderella?" "You know that Disney princess who has glass slipper and turned from maid into a beautiful woman with glittering gowns through the help of fairy god mother. But only until midnight." "I'm the fairy god mother, huh?" he smirked. "Looks like it," she said. "Well, I would rid of these clothes at midnight too." he teased. "Yah. Don't you dare." she pouted while crossing her arms around her chest which made him grinned at her.

The flicker of his piercing gaze pinned her where she stood, yet instinct forced her to retreat, step by step, until the cool, unyielding surface of the wall kissed her back. Her breathing hitched as she realized there was nowhere left to run. His towering frame loomed over her, the faint scent of cedar and smoke curling around her senses, intoxicating and suffocating all at once. Eros leaned in, one arm rising to rest beside her head, his fingers grazing the wall as his other hand mirrored the motion, caging her completely.

"I don't want you to disappear without a trace from my life. At least leave a glass slipper behind so I can find you." Midnight felt his heart tremble as he heard her. A sigh breathed out of his lips as he gave up on the idea of running away from Ryder. He squatted down, almost falling on the ground during the process, picked up the bag with the books that he had dropped earlier, and stood up again. Steadying Ryder on his back again, Midnight started to walk down the street calmly. "What glass slipper?" Ryder chuckled beside his ear feeling rather foolish for comparing such a situation with Cinderella. And she wasn't even Cinderella. She was the Goddamn Prince. "Isn't all this like Cinderell

It was as though his body was set on fire; a wildfire of lust and erotic desire. Cinderella craned her neck, granting him access to perform his wonders on her neck and ears. His tongue swirled her earlobe, provoking the little self-control she still had in her. Her sanity went haywire, and her hands went down his trousers, grabbing his already hardened member. "Bad boy!" She mumbled into his mouth, smooching his dick, which made a soft moan escape his mouth.

So he called Flynn back and they went to the crown prince first. Erella watched Flynn used his power to cure the prince. She saw a white and yellow light covering the prince's body. She was awed. While watching them, a flash of memory in her past life came to her mind. "I remembered Cinderella first met her prince charming was in the forest," Erella murmured then looked at the prince who was knocked out by her. She noticed his blonde hair earlier was no longer blonde. They are black now.

“She’s Hector Hawkins’ ex-wife and one of the members of the enemy clan! Whatcha even thinking?” The man looks up, his hazel eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m thinking of what Cinderella’s stepsister will be like,” he says. “Did jail turn her into a meek kitty or is the wildcat a tigress now? Either way, I think I’m gonna have a lot of fun.” The teenager winces. Weirdo, she sighs inwardly.

She wouldn’t give him words of love. “After the weekend, we are flying to Cristonia, because it’s a formality, but my father has to approve our union. But he will love you.” Nick reassured her. I only wish you did, Ella said silently in her head. Nick grinned. “I have something for you. About the fairytales we talked about earlier. Cinderella in the book lost a shoe at the ball. I don’t have a shoe for you to try on. But what….” Nick pulled something from his pocket. “…what about seeing if these fit?” Nick held up her lace underwear from the night of the ball.

One should say that the scriptwriter of this play is really a genius since not only the scriptwriter changed the personalities of Cinderella, Snow White, and Ariel, but there is also a twist in the story! Personalities talking, Cinderella changed from being a mild-tempered girl to a vengeful one. Snow White changed from being a sweet girl to a decisive one. As for Ariel, she changed from being a dreamy mermaid to a rogue one, as being the one to come up with the three’s heist.