Like A Cinderella Story Novels & Stories

Hello guys, i hope you're all enjoying the story. I'm a newbie so please do not mind my errors. There's also room for correction and please do not forget to comment. Main characters in the story Isabella Davidson- female lead. She had always been treated poorly right from childhood. She thought it was her fault but then she found out that they hated her for no just reason. Her younger sister, Chloe would always convert whatever she had. She was called Cinderella at school because everyone knew of how poorly she was treated. She yearned to meet her prince charming.

Federico hauled Christian down off his shoulders and onto his hip instead. “Of course, Mummy can help me tuck you in,” he replied. “Now, little one, what story do you want me to read to you tonight?” The little boy looked up at him with big brown eyes. “Mummy told me once a story about a prince who found a shoe after a party and he searched to find the beautiful girl who had lost it. Do you know that story, Daddy?” His Serene Highness felt his chest tighten. “Yes, I know that one. It’s called Cinderella.”

Astrid remembers a story her mother told her. Cinderella, made a slave by her evil stepmother before she met a prince and became his princess. The love part is not what remembers Astrid about the story, however. But the fact that the girl was friends with the rats. While Astrid, hopes she won't be here enough to become friendly with the huge one that's been staring rather for the last few minutes. "Shoo!" She tries to scare him away, but this rat looks like he's seen some stuff.

I only listen as she locks the door and leaves. I take off all my clothes, go to the bathroom and take a shower. Like in Cinderella, the magic is over, I'm back to being the same fallen bird. After taking a bath I go to bed, I don't intend to fall asleep, and it happens. Without realizing it I surrender to rest.

It was the most beautiful place I had ever seen in my life. "Why didn't you tell me you are taking me to the disneyland?" I asked..looking at him. He didn't say anything and walked..ignoring me. I was shocked..keeping my hands around my waist..I followed him inside. The disneyland looks like, the same I thought and read in those books. It has a same feeling like, I was a princess of this beautiful castle and someone caged me inside..just like a Cinderella..Although my story is quite similar to her's but the man standing beside me is not a prince.. but a devil,

And he did. After stepping on his foot for the hundred time, I was finally able to get the steps as I followed his lead. Being in his arms made me feel like I was in some Cinderella story. Just as Cinderella had found her prince, I had found mine. Only that this was way more complicated than a Cinderella love story. “What’s on your mind?”. Knox asked. “Nothing. Just thinking of how I feel like Cinderella right now in your arms” I said honestly.

So, he showed them how thick-skinned he was by refusing to leave the Ziegler residence. Landon cursed under his breath, but nothing he said could chase Xavier away. Julian and Willow decided to feign ignorance and stay out of the mess, letting their children do whatever they wanted. The night fell. After a shower, Gabriella spent time with the kids. She sat on the couch with Ash and Lynn sitting by her sides, listening intently as she told them a bedtime story. "Long ago, there was a lady named Cinderella. Her beauty was unparalleled, but her stepmother was wicked and sinister and had two daughters. At first, her stepmother showed her kindness, but her true colors were revealed when her fath

She didn’t even have to speak for me to know this was all her doing. How is this happening to me? I thought bitterly. She stole everything — my bracelet which should have symbolized my identity, my peace, and now I am cleaning the floor she walks on. ‘What could be more than this?’ I thought to myself. “Should we start calling her Cinderella?” someone shouted, laughter rising. “Cinderella at least got a prince,” another voice chimed in. “I heard she tried to put out for Liam Vuitton, and he won’t touch her with a ten-foot pole now!”

We do not get a lot of visitors usually, and no one in my pack would ever accept me as a mate. Walking into the meeting hall I tried to imagine how it is going to be tonight. The people dancing, food being served, the music playing, and the potential mates that may find each other tonight. For a moment I felt a little like Cinderella, pining and wishing she could go to the ball. The reality is that I have no Fairy Godmother though. No one was going to magically poof and transform me into a princess.

"Why don't you just tell me your problem with her?" "Ugh! Problem is a big word. She's just a speck of dust. She's too small but irritating for the eyes. So don't you worry about me, I'm absolutely okey with her," I paused and quaffed a glass of milk. I hope he can smell my sarcasm. "And I don't understand why she's called Cindy? She told me it was a shortcut for Cinderella, a princess in distress but she looks more like a camel than a damsel. Confusing, that's why I never read fairytales, witches had hopes to find a prince charming. So sad," I added, conversationally.