Novel & Cerita Feeling Like Cinderella Naega Byeonhae

“Shia, didn’t you leave with Thor? Hod said you went to find him.” “I did go to see him, but I didn’t leave with him.” Shia pulled out a small mirror and touched up her red lips. “I’m not going to lose myself for him.” “Marrying him doesn’t count as losing yourself, does it?” “At the moment my strength is far weaker than Thor’s. You know Sister Shia has never liked Cinderella stories.” Shia fluttered her long eyelashes at the mirror and raised a brow. “If I fall in love with a prince, I’ll become a queen first—and then conquer him.”

“All I gotta do is act right and pretend not to be losing my mind.” A sudden itch crawled down her back. “Ugh, I feel so dirty.” Just then, the door creaked open. She spun around and hastily hid the camera. A new maid entered. She was stunning, tall and graceful, with flawless skin and a quiet elegance. She could pass for a princess. “Hello. I’m Naya. I’ve been assigned as your personal maid,” she said with a slight bow. “It’s time for your bath. The king has requested your presence.”

Jason left the table a little and stood there. "Heard that you managed to get your hands on our Sandy too?" one of the girls asked with a full jealous smile. "We don't know what made Alex choose you. But guess it's not about looks or anything. It's just luck." Another girl beamed sadly. "Our modern Cinderella is a little cunning and sl*t type" All the girls laughed as Sana didn't lift her head from the plate. Her tears dropped one by one as she just couldn't bear the humiliation anymore.

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Little theatre : Si Ye Han : I'm back muhahahahaha Si Yi Yan and Si Xinya : excuse me mom , is dad/ daddy alright ? Jiang Ning ( covering her face in embarrassment ): ignore him and remember to stay away from him i♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Author's note : - Please do check out my other books ♡ ) Im - perfect ♡) your faithful poisonous consort ♡) a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden ♡ ) The Substitute Villainess ♡ ) Tumbling emotions Thank you ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

She kept cleaning and dared not turn around any longer. The maid is a collaborator with Zamiel's fiance, Shaira Monte, who just so happened to be there. Xanford and Shaira Monte are related. One of Zamiel's reliable friends is Xanford. In actuality, Shaira is not at all missing. She's hiding because that's what she planned to do. She wants to exact revenge on Elizabeth for dethroning her in the modeling industry. And they are unaware of this.

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.

Alexei As I observed from where I was standing, the thrill of finally seeing her up close sent a surge of happiness coursing through me. She was even more captivating than I had imagined. Her every movement, every expression, was a revelation of beauty that took my breath away. I couldn't help but admire her grace, the way her hair framed her delicate features, and the way her eyes sparkled with a unique combination of strength and tenderness. Her presence was like a magnet, drawing me in, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. My heart swelled with joy at the sight of the woman who was meant to be mine.

Just as Nana was about to suggest calling off the charade, a new face appeared at the edge of the dais. Ayra, a young woman from a minor pack with hair the color of burnished copper, stood there, her head bowed in demure respect. Unlike the other girls, her dress was simple yet elegant, devoid of ostentatious jewelry. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were downcast, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit. Nana recognized her instantly. Ayra was known for her gentle nature and unwavering loyalty – qualities that were sorely lacking in the other candidates.

The light Maria was lying in her bed later that day and was recalling all the events that took place earlier that day. Her heart was heavy with pain. She could not control her feelings when the thought of missing a chance to go to boarding school crept in. The tears were pouring uncontrollably and her pillow was wet. She missed her family. She missed being her parents's child. Most of all she missed being at home. They did not have everything they wished for but at least they were happy. She enjoyed being at home with people who loved her unconditionally. That was something she lacked and longed for at that particular moment. always heard the stories of children who grew up without parents a