Evil Queen Cinderella Novels & Stories

He pointed to the screen. I glanced at it. A giant headline jumped out at me. [The Innocent Cinderella Is Not What She Seems: Secret Trysts Revealed! Monday, Wednesday, and Friday With Him—And Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday With…] I scratched my head. It looked like the kind of trashy gossip article you'd find in sketchy tabloids. Some random scandal, probably. Then I scrolled down. The first photo was a close-up of my face, dark circles and all, looking like something straight out of a horror movie.

Humans might not possess magic, but they don’t carry a curse either. What is Princess Avalea doing here? Most Venusian Witches wouldn’t even be caught dead in this hut. At that, my heart skips several beats. What if she is dead? My hands and feet go cold as I inch forward until I’m touching the edge of the pallet. I bend over close to her face to check if she’s breathing. And that’s when she turns around and opens her eyes. Her eyes, the color of spun gold, are wide and filled with terror. Her mouth opens into a silent scream as she scoots away from me until her back hits the wall.

Her make up was done perfectly complimenting her already beautiful facial features, her jawline, soft looking lips and pointed nose. “Mummy! You look like a princess!” Eleanour exclaimed as Terra stepped out of the room after wearing her white gloves and the stylist helping her with her heels. Cinderella theme? Girl, I am a modern Cinderella! And it's quite ironic that the organizer of this event was no one other than the evil stepmother. Terra thought to herself and even chuckled at her thought though she strongly believed that was an amazing comparison. “She looks better than Cinderella!” Eric commented walking towards Terra and they both embraced her.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

Above, the full moon shone brightly, casting a silvery glow over the carnage below. From the ethereal light, a figure materialized. I gasped as I realized who it was. The goddess Selene!! She was just like we always saw in visions. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and compassion, gazing upon the devastated Moonlight Pack. Her gaze then fell upon me, and she spoke with a voice that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the night. "Eva, my child," she whispered gently, "you fought with courage and honor, and your love for your pack has touched my heart. I cannot stand by and let your story end like this."

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

She was one of those that referred to her as a witch. The stranger was standing beside her. She raised her brows in confusion. "Why is he beside her?" She asked herself. "Who doesn't know the Prince?" a random girl answered. The answer shocked her. The real bomb was his announcement. It kept ringing in her head. "My chosen bride to be is Lathrina Mevens!" Their eyes locked and Lacey gulped. The bell of the clocktower and her heart bounded in a rhythm. This cannot be happening She thought.

“What do you want?” “You’ve been naughty, Elle Swanson,” the robotic voice slowly says. “You pretended to live the life of Cinderella. Stole your sister’s first husband and then paid my boss with s*x to take away her second husband.Yet, you hide behind the cloak of righteousness. You want to live like Cinderella but you don’t possess a single kind bone in your body…” “Who the hell are you?” She shrieks. “Your worst nightmare. Be ready, Elle Swanson. I’m coming for you.”

LILY’S P.O.V “What are we going to do now? This little goody-too-shoes b**** is ruining our plan!!! I’ve heard that he plans to marry the fool. We have to do something soon! We can’t let this happen” I said, fuelled with anger. “What do you mean? I thought that she wasn’t a threat. That’s what you told me, didn’t you?” She asked me, confusion in her voice however she was still calm and I was grateful for that. “I know Eva, but this girl…you don’t know her. In fact, I don’t think that anyone knows her. She has every one fooled. She seemed so innocent and stupid when I first saw her but look at her now, she has woven her way into marrying your ex-husband. What would we do now? How would you g