Like A Cinderella Story Novels & Stories

Celine's POV When I was four, my mum told me the story of Cinderella and I was fascinated by it. I wanted my love story to be like that of Cinderella. I wanted my own prince charming. Back then, I asked my mum "mommy, do I have a prince charming like Cinderella?" My mom gave me that loving smile which I missed so much. The thought of her beautiful smile is the only thing that can calm me down when I find myself in a difficult situation.

It was heartwarming to see Cinderella now reading on her own, lost in the magic of words and stories. But it wasn't just Cinderella's academic growth that impressed Chelsea. Her little girl possessed an innate kindness and compassion that touched the hearts of those around her. Cinderella had a unique ability to empathize with others, offering a comforting presence to those in need. Chelsea often witnessed her daughter's caring nature as she consoled a friend, shared a toy, or simply offered a warm smile to brighten someone's day.

Clara's perspective: I remembered the story of Cinderella. It has always been my favorite since I was a child. Little did I know that it would soon become my reality. However, unlike Cinderella, my story does not seem to have a happy ending anytime soon. The main difference between Cinderella and me is that I am fully aware of the reasons behind my suffering. Moreover, we are a wealthy family, for which I am grateful. I do not have to perform all the household tasks. But is this life any easier than what I am currently enduring? Living here without any dignity is a struggle that I face every single day.

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

She sighed frustrated. "You know who you should choose," Jordan started playfully. "Who," Trix asked cautiously, lifting her head off his shoulder. "Cinderella, homie, cause you broke," Jordan said. His boisterous laughter consumed the air. Trix shoved him playfully, joining in the laughter as well. The laughter died after a minutes and Jordan went to get a drink. Trix was screwed. How was she going to write a story in one night. Mrs. Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task.

As for me, the gaze follows him as he walks away. In the Cinderella story. Cinderella suddenly left without letting Prince Charming know, didn’t she? But, in my situation, my Prince charming suddenly left without me even knowing his name. ... ... ... ... ... “Just one step. Finally!” I happily said as I climbed to the third floor of this building. I daydreamed so much about the man who wore my shoes earlier. so I didn’t realize that I was late for my first subject. Now, I smell like garbage and also smell a stinky sweat now. What a great first day!

“Darling, stop this madness! I already found you a notable suitor who will make you become the most powerful duchess in the country.” “Spare me that, mom. The Duke isn't someone we can get our hands on, despite how wealthy we are! I just found out about him, he is never interested in a woman. Some even suspect that he's gay. Do you think such a man will be attracted to me? We need to get rid of her pregnancy, mom. Getting pregnant before marriage is wrong, and you know that!” “Okay, okay, if that will make you happy, I'll do just that.”

Shopia tried to block the crowd from Caroline. The store staff were even confused. This is because the boutique is often visited by celebrities and important people. However, never before had the customers gathered in such a crowd just because they met Caroline. Caroline was a nobody, just an ordinary woman who luckily managed to meet her prince. Her story was like Cinderella. "Mrs. Caroline, just one photo, please!" "Please understand! Caroline got confused because you all surrounded her!" Shopia pulled Caroline up and led her to a quieter spot in another corner of the shop.

What was snow white? “No,” I responded. “Never heard of it.” “My goodness, it's only the best fairytale there is. And no, this isn't an exaggeration. I have probably seen that movie a million times.” “Oh it's a movie? I imagined it was a book. Plus, isn't Cinderella the best fairytale story?” I asked as I began climbing the stairs up to Natalia's I room as Diamond responded. “Well, it's both a movie and a book, and they're both great. And no, Cinderella isn't the best fairytale story. People just like the story because it's such a delusional thing to think a man will come along one day, sweep you off your feet and alter the entire course of your life. Ridiculously delusional.”

he asked more weird questions. “No.” I lied. I sometimes stay up to binge on some TV series. “I don’t have time to watch dramas as I always work late and I have to report back at work early,” I added. “I think you daydream a lot. You must have schemes of how to get a domineering president to fall in love with you right? Just like Cinderella.” He laughed. “Do you want to know the difference between you and cinderella? Cinderella was dumb, blonde, sugar, and spice but you are just dumb. Your so-called boyfriend doesn’t want you, he is only going to cheat on you. I know you are poor but he will be able to raise his rent from your pocket.” He laughed again.