Evil Queen Cinderella Novels & Stories

This made her a bit uneasy as she expected the precious moments with the prince only. She was thinking about what her mother told her before she left her home. " Remember not to give the prince a chance to think about Mary", her mother said as she was putting a little bottle that contained a black shiny substance between her breasts. "What is this mummy?" Mara asked curiously. " This is a little something that will make things easy for you my girl. Remember this is your little ticket to success, plus your body of course. This is just a little push", her mother said while she patted her on the shoulder. "Remember you should take this little bottle and pour a little amount of the liquid inside

The Underworld pulsed with a unique rhythm, one that spoke of both eternal endings and quiet beginnings. It was a place where beauty and terror wove together seamlessly, and as Penelope stood on the polished obsidian dais outside the grand throne room, she felt both. The dress she wore was a masterpiece of deep emerald silk and black lace, flowing like water over her figure. The intricate embroidery of vines and blossoms glittered faintly in the dim torchlight. Demeter had dressed her with care, every detail meant to sell the illusion that she was Persephone.

"Then why are you making noise? She asked calmly, but no one replied. "I'm asking you a question." She said turning towards Liz, who was bowing her head. "Eve has become prince Eric's special maid." Liz replied. Helen stood there in shock, the words Liz said kept resounding in her head. She shifted her gaze from Liz to the other maids before looking at her, she saw the mocking smile Eve gave her. "How's that possible? How did that happen?" She asked in shock, looking back at the girls. "Well, you of all people must be wondering how. But don't think too much, I would have also explain to you, but you can never understand."

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.

Her name was Ruby Atwater, a necromancer, and a mother to Elinor Wildes. Elinor Wildes would be forever on the run from The Spirits who are determined to make her the last Were-witch to ever exist, to make her suffer the same fate as Judas. But she does not know it… yet.

He lifted his hand and finger right in my face and cut me off only by some weird sounds. “No, I don’t want to hear it. Just do as I asked because this is me asking nicely. So, repeat!” “I, Elisabeth Greywoods from Earth, reject you, Toke Bloodfur Alpha of the Viking Pack of Errithia.” Ezra stared at me intensely, but nothing happened. Exactly the same result as last time. “Idiots—both of you! You should say: I, Rosabella Moonscar, the lost barbarian princess, reject you, Toke Bloodfur, former alpha of the Vikings pack.”

“Tiny thing, maybe five-four? Asian, super pretty, early twenties. She put it down and hurried away like she forgot something important.” My heart did an Olympic-level somersault. Petite. Asian. Pretty. Makes Filipino rice cakes like it’s her love language. Dalia. I gripped the bag so hard the handles creaked. “She… ran off?” I asked, voice cracking like a thirteen-year-old. The lady nodded. “Yes, dear. Almost like she overheard something and got spooked.” Jacob was still clueless, munching on invisible popcorn. “What’s the big deal? Secret admirer?”

Beneath the chandelier that was entirely made of icicles, was Queen Elektra. The Queen's azure eyes travelled over to the group, and her lips relaxed into a smile. She got up from her throne and approached the party. She was draped in a periwinkle dress; her silver hair flowing behind her and radiating an unearthly glow. Her pale skin looked translucent in the bright lights of the court.

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

Alice POV Sometimes your own fate plays a trick on you, gives you false hope, shows a beautiful illusion of a perfect picture called life. Promising future. Fairy tales become true and then...... Whoop! The spell broke and so is your heart. Exactly what happened to me. *** I, Alice Michaelson, the most powerful hybrid in the entire realm. Fucking queen of werewolves and Lycans’ realm, Entalia. But At this moment — I’m nothing. Nothing in front of him. Him- Devil. My personal devil from hell.