Erotic Cinderella 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.

CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

The room was dim-lit though I was able to see two naked bodies grinding each other, they had immediately switched positions as I could now see their faces, it wasn’t Laura and Carlos as I first thought, those two were probably in their sleep that they did not realize their son was at work. Abigail turned the poor lady into a doggy-style position as he fucked her from behind, pressing her face on the sheet, going deeper at each request, the lady seemed to be enjoying it as each of her cry comes with a plea for more and Abigail was likely not to stop as he smack her ass a couple of times. “I’m cumming….I’m cumming” she cried into the pillow, Abigail seem to be at his edge as he removes his dic

She is just like other bitch*s and wh*re who will do everything for the money but in their case it's come with threat. Giselle is like a high class wh*re, Who didn't immediately fall in the hands of some random rich b*stard. Because she wants a b*stard who can buy the world for her. He bet that Giselle sleeps with countless men while working as an exotic dancer in Desiderium club. Who knows, Maybe she sells her body in secret ways. Now, He wonders why Giselle didn't immediately accept his offer earlier and he needs to use threats just to make her agree to him. Did she do that to make things fun for her? Xander immediately shook his head because of his thoughts.

She cleared her throat to let go of the awkward situation she had just put herself into and looked at him again then said, "Ansel, if I say that I have not been touched by everything you have said, then I would be lying. We are so alike in many aspects. Like the fact that I have never been in love too and I have never thought of getting into a relationship any time soon. The thought has never even occurred to me. This was because I have what I call 'a course of action' for my life. I have these things that I want to do before I can start thinking of other things like marriage. You have thrown me off and.... You asking me to marry you is an honour I never thought possible. I lack even words t

(Previous night- Erica at Samrat mansion) Start of Flashback Third person POV: Erica took quick shower and wore the only blue shirt which was handed to her by Samrat, fiddling with her cyanided filled butterfly ring one last time she convinced herself to execute her plan smoothly “Save me Durga maa” Erica said under her breath as she made her way out of bedroom however the moment she walked out she was astonished to see Samrat whole bedroom which was earlier consumed in darkness was now completely lilted up with ‘Pearl white’ candles which were neatly arranged all around the corners also the instant she took her second foot out she felt something soft under her feet’s “jasmine?” Erica whispe

He took my hand as we walk to the counter to pick a cake. My eyes went wild as I saw the little old lady was putting on the icing on several penis shape cupcakes. I could feel my face was getting hot as it turned into the deepest shade of red. What the fuck? What kind of cake shop is this? I could hear Nate chuckled beside me. "Oh... my sorry dear, but I ran out of space in the back to decorate. I need to finish these for a bachelorette party this evening." The lady behind the counter look at my red face and quickly ushered me to the other side of the counter.

She stood up at once and smiles with all her means. "Kabir sir. I am so happy that I got you" she exclaimed without knowing her effect of smile on him. He just got intoxicated with her smile. "I wish to make you happier. Cinderella" he tried to start a conversation. "It's. Annie." She interrupted him with her name. "But Cinderella suits you. Who has a modern face" he tried his charming dialogue stepping closer to her? She steps back at once. "Signatures" she cut him off in middle handling him the documents not liking the way he flirts directly with her. She is even okay with Sandy's bossy nature. but she can never tolerate flirty boss.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me. The suite was warm, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and fresh linen. A bottle of expensive champagne rested in a silver ice bucket on the side table, two crystal flutes sitting beside it. Annabelle was already waiting for me in the center of the room. She was dressed in a sheer, ice-pink lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties.