Like A Cinderella Story Novels & Stories

Lana Castroff When I heard the story of Cinderella, all I could think of was stupidity. How can a poor girl like her marry a prince when the prince has a long list of beautiful and rich princesses? Disney stories are nothing but full of bullshit. They should make a realistic story because there's no such thing as a commoner marrying a prince charming or maybe a billionaire. We have our own circle and there's no way we would be attracted to those types of people. I want to laugh my ass off for people who believe in that.

I opened a notebook and wrote: Do not react immediately. Reaction gives power away. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. Back in the orphanage, reacting had been survival. If you didn’t speak up fast, you lost your chance. Your food. Your bed. Your moment. Here, it was the opposite. I spent the afternoon watching old films. Not the flashy ones. The quiet ones. Stories about houses like this. Big estates. Cold rooms. Families where love was measured in rules. In one movie, a young woman married into a powerful family. She didn’t fight them. She didn’t beg.

Luna read the note carefully and then looked at the debt collector, his tone was perfect to tell the story, and she was surprised by what he said. "Even though I'm a lender, I also do business fairly. I'm afraid that Vivian taking this money through illegal means will affect me. That's why I let someone investigate her. I didn't expect Vivian to turn from Cinderella into a princess." He smiled happily. "You know, she caught her a goldfish." Placing the paper on the table, she leaned back in her chair. "What do you want?" Adjusting his position in the chair, he leaned forward, holding out ten fingers. "The payment she owes me with ten percent interest."

“You know, have that one Prince Charming who never gives up on you.” Breonna snorts. “Prince Charming is dumb. I mean, think about it. What if Cinderella’s shoe fit another woman? Would he have married her instead?” I sigh. “Good point.” Ahead of us, twinkling lights catch my eye, and I see a cluster of people setting up what looks like a wedding on the beach. It’s beautiful, so majestic, the kind of scene that makes you believe in fairytales, even if just for a moment.

Miranda didn’t expect that she’s this known to young adults, especially to the ones attending a strict boarding school. “I read your book Falling to the Depths, when will you release the fifth part? I couldn’t get over the last book!” Miranda hid the sadness in her smile. She too, couldn't get over it. “Most of you love my work, thank you,” Miranda appreciated the students. Miranda looked at the class in front of her and smiled sweetly, "And how even the most powerful person could feel powerless in front of the person they love."

I was like a fucking Cinderella there, they would let me clean all of their bedroom, wash their own dishes and all the freaking chores are mine for me to do. But being a Cinderella there, it's far more worse than the real Cinderella could have ever experienced. There was no 'ball' instead, they would go out clubbing, leaving me down at the basement, lying on a cardboard box that I cut to make it a mat for me to lay down, because the floor is freaking cold and I'm not freaking queen Elsa.

She knows that with her stepmother’s hateful personality, she would definitely give her a beating once she found out that she snuck out of their house, and even go to attend the ball which she has forbidden her to go to before when the palace announced in every home about the prince wanting to find a woman to marry. But, Cinderella is already here after a lot of hardship escaping in that house. So, she has to make use of this opportunity to… steal! Steal more so she can earn more once she sells the treasures! “They have their own stories, so just focus on your own (story).” The fairy godmother said. “Bye!” she waved her hand and instantly disappeared. “She is really a fairy.” Ariel wrote on

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

On top of that, Talia is malnourished and much smaller than an average werewolf, making her look like a fifteen-sixteen years old (skinny) girl, instead of nineteen years old. Talia looked at the book in her hand and observed the illustration of a princess who is smiling and running with her prince. There is a castle in the background, they are holding hands and look happy, and Talia's eyes always wander to the princess' shiny shoes. The book is about Cinderella, a poor girl who is abused by her stepmother and stepsisters, and then she meets a fairy godmother who magics a fancy dress and shiny shoes so that Cinderella can go to the ball, meet her prince, and live happily ever after.

I suggest trying to hide my laughter at Rex’s rolling of the eyes. “Really? A love story…” He tuts as if he were already a teenager. “Yes really, shut up Rex…you are so annoying.” Elspeth elbows her brother in the chest. “There once lived a girl called Cinderella….” I started as they both snuggled up under the duvet. “She lived in a beautiful castle with her father…”