Fiona From A Cinderella Story Novels & Stories

“And how do we know you won’t change your mind?” The distrust sliced deeper than I expected. I forced my voice calm. “In two weeks, I’ll be gone. Out of the country. You’ll never see me again.” There was a pause. Then, quiet satisfaction on the other end. “Good girl.” I hung up, my chest burning. I once was the family’s little princess. Until they brought Elena home. Elena.——The daughter who had been stolen as a child, only to be found years later. Broken. Fragile. Perfect for their guilt to cling to.

My legs were shaky as I slipped back into the ballroom, his cum still dripping down my thighs. That was how it all started. But if you want the full story how a servant girl ended up getting fucked by the prince on a balcony I have to take you back to the beginning. My real name is Ella. Everyone calls me Cinderella. Not because I’m some delicate princess in a fairytale. It’s because I scrub floors, clean toilets, and cook for my stepmother and stepsisters like I’m nothing more than a maid in my own house.

I said politely. The brunette inclined her head. “Thank you. You can just call me Fionna, Clyde’s sister.” My eyes widened. I met dad’s gaze, who looked back at me exasperatedly. Did that mean… she wasn’t recognised as a princess? What? How bizarre is that?

I was able to merge into the background, smiling, and being happy for my cousin as she married the man of her dreams. I was throwing those shoes away as soon as I had the chance. High heels were going to be my downfall. No wonder Cinderella left her shoe on the palace steps when she ran away. The darn things were impossible to walk in.

Loosening my grip, the dresses fell down on the ground. I am not a princess. Because there is no princess who turned into a monster. “Wait. There is,” I said while thinking. Fiona. She is a princess who was cursed to turn into an ogre once daytime is over. I heaved a sigh while laughing at myself. ‘Why am I comparing myself against an ogre?’ Shaking my head, I picked one of the dresses that fell down. Then, as to give justice to the expensive and beautiful dress, I tried one.

The guard continue to say. "Just go do what I asked"Aurora says grimacing, she watched as the guards stared at eachother in confusion. Then suddenly one of them raced into the castle. Few minutes later, Cindy rushes out of the palace. She looks different, different from the Cinderella she had met in the woods. With the blissful expression and the happy aura emitting from this Cindy, it's so obvious that she's really doing well. She isn't the Cindy that cried in the middle of the dark woods because she was jilted by her former lover, she isn't the Cindy that was worked to the bones by her wicked stepmother and sisters. She's the Cindy that's now the queen of Nevera, she looks lovely in a blue

But before Cain could intervene, Eleanor looked at the hostile disciples and said with a mishevious smile, "Well, firstly! let me teach something even incredible disciples like yourselves couldn't figure out, shall we?!" "Wha?!...You! how dare you talk to us like that?!" Said the arrogant disciple outraged, but Cain stopped him and said, "Just listen to her, it could help you all a lot." After Cain's order they shut their mouths and listened to her. "So, about the fluitis, it seem to need the substance of another herbe called finus. We have to grow the finus herbe near the fluitis mias so that it would help her to nurture and grow. This is the only way."

Diana asked Fiona "But that wasn't my job, that job is for Ciri" Fiona responded. "Don't question my order again please, yeah it is for Ciri" "I know that it is for her, but I said that you should go and do the job" "Or can't you cook? be fast about it, go and make the meals" "Go right now!" Diana yells at Fiona and Fiona then runs inside to complete the message she was sent. And that becomes the moment Ciri wants to become a good person.

Certainly the tiny hybrid girl couldn't have actually beaten Flicka in a real fight. In some ways, it was even better than the truth. The sheer humiliation of the rumors must have been the reason Flicka never showed up to the afternoon class we shared. After all, the high and mighty princess of her family couldn't hold her head high when rumors said that a mere half-breed half her size had reduced her to a blubbering mess in the parking lot.

Prince Caspian was the first to approach me and lend my hand a kiss. “Miss Clara, I am beyond delighted that you shall be returning to your business and estate. I might have made a few adjustments but I am sure Fiona will update you all on it.” “I am sorry. Fiona? Who is this Fiona?” I asked him. “She is your head maid. She is one of my maids in my estate but I decided to give her to you. She is trustworthy and very diligent. You will absolutely adore her and love her around your house!” “I shall trust your words, your highness,” I chuckled, not try to show my discomfort.