Hood Cinderella Novels & Stories

She cried a silent painful cry. Her father was buried and her hopes were buried too. She had secretly hoped that her father would pay for her fees when she would continue her tertiary studies. She sat in the outside shelter that day until she dozed off. The dreams took her to the place she vaguely recognised. She was with her father and mother in the park. The park was green and beautiful flowers were surrounding a small blue Lake. The park was really beautiful and all of a sudden her mother and father were on the other side of the lake. She wanted to go to them but could not cross the lake. She shouted for them to wait for her but still was unable to cross. They waved at her and pointed to

But he was still nonchalant. Tears were rolling down on her face. It was life or death, and she must choose. Then, Ann suddenly stood up and rushed to Vivian. She pushed her down with all her strength. Everyone in the hall held their breath, not daring to make a sound. After this, Ann ran out of the evil hall with all eyes on her. Neither Beth nor Vivian had time to react. She finally felt a little bit relieved. She didn’t want to be there. She wasn’t supposed to be at that stupid party, but they asked her to come so they can humiliate her.

Gumdrops lined the path like jewels, and a soda fountain bubbled at the side. She wiped her mouth, realizing she was drooling. “This… this is Hansel and Gretel’s story, isn’t it?” she whispered nervously. Her heart pounded. She knew how that story ended — a witch lived inside that cake house, luring children to eat… and then eating them. “JEEZ LOUISE! First I get teleported into a forest, then I’m starving, and now I stumble into a possible murder bakery?! What luck is this?!” she cried, slumping to the ground.

For some reason I'm ready to head home on my own. “I never got your name?”She asks after a moment of silence. “Cinderlla but please call me Cindy”I say smiling. “Well, Cindy, I tell you what, you sound like a nice and reasonable young woman. That stepmother of yours is an arsehole and those stepsisters…well, they are just whores. Plain and simple. I worked in the local brothel, so I’m not exactly a shining example of someone who knows what she’s talking about, but come with me. Since you've told me about yourself let me tell you something crazy about me, My mother was a real fairy and I do have magic running through my veins. Now I might just be a changeling and not as strong as her but am s

Ace said. "What the..." Nelson cursed from the back of the car. "G, you got expensive bloody leather chairs, and, what hell keeps hindering me from...ooohhh look what I found," he cooed after picking up the item which hindered his legs from laying flat and comfortable on the car floor. "Will have the shit sold after washing," Ace replied referring to his car. "Guys, Cinderella dropped her glass flip-flops," Nelson mocked, lifting a pair of white turned brown thin-soled tattered perforated flip-flops from the car floor.

The man hugs the girl in his arms, gently rests her head on his shoulder, and coaxes: “Come on… It wouldn't be nice to say those words with your pretty lips and lovely voice. Didn't you tell me you were afraid to sleep alone? So I arranged for you to sleep with that bad-tasting blond girl. But after seeing the way she has treated you it upsets me. But it seems that stupid people like you always feel that it is your fault. I should have banished her long ago, but my father keeps rambling about this. So annoying! I also want to taste your blood sooner, but since you ate that oat bar, it takes about a month. And don't scream, it makes you lose your strength, this is a restricted area, only with

The specifications said that she should be a lady not shorter than 5'7", should be between twenty and twenty five and should be able to speak English fluently. Denise knew how to grift. She was a good grifter and that's how she was able to fool her family that she was an idiot for all those years. She was also a good thief in that house. She had learned from a young age how to steal food so as to survive in that house without being caught. She knew that she would be able to act out the part. It would be like acting out her life. She also hoped that if at all she was lucky to get the part, the studios wouldn't succumb to the pressure she knew her family would put on them.

he warned, gripping her jaw tightly. Fear coursed through Adrienne's veins as he forcefully kissed her, ignoring her desperate protests and attempts to fight back. In a moment of desperation, she managed to land a punch on his stomach, only for him to retaliate by choking her neck. Panic gripped her, and she gasped for air, the horrifying reality of her nightmare suffocating her.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

‘Something was off about this Halloween,’ Heather thought. She waited for a minute before she decided to walk back inside the house, since it was getting frosty. Heather rotated on her heels to only see the back of a stranger in a black gown sitting near the small muddy pond, sketching blood into the invisible air. No one was there when she was coming out, so when did this person appear here? Curiosity punched into her system, and she called, “Who are you? Do you live nearby? And what are you doing here at this hour?”