Like A Cinderella Story Novels & Stories

"I know that! But she is only moments behind the prince when he came in from the garden. I mean it's our own Cinderella we are talking about here! All she does is cook and clean, she has nothing to offer a man like the prince!" 'And you do?' I thought to myself. After hearing Ana's words, it dawned on me that Ella may actually be every man's dream woman. "Well, I suppose you are right there. If Ella became a part of a royal family then the knowledge of cooking and cleaning would not be necessary-" I was then cut off by Ana glaring at me and holding a finger up at me. "Don't you ever say those words again." "What words?" "The words "Ella" and "royal family" so close together."

I waited until she slept, she's my good friend, she's someone whom I care about deeply, but I have orders to follow, I have to do as I'm told, my boss isn't someone forgiven, he won't allow me to get away with anything, he wants her to be taken care of, he wants us to keep an eye on her and we all are. His last request wasn't the easiest one, my ward, Cinderella, Cinder for short, she's an author, she makes stories up for a living, it's her job, it's what keeps her going. She has a big imagination, she had a beautiful mind, and it's not all full of rainbows and unicorns, I don't think she ever thought of a unicorn although if she does, she'll make something good out of it. Her brain is madne

Knowing his name would make things much easier for me. "Grumpy." He sighed. Under different circumstances, I would have laughed at that moment but laughing was just not possible. It would take a magical spell chanted by one of the greatest mages to get a smile out of me. "I know it's bad," I said to Grumpy. "That's why you're both here." "How long has it been since she pulled 'the Cinderella'?" Happy asked. The Cinderella was a move that a Princess called Cinderella had used some years ago to avoid dancing with a Prince to who she eventually got married. Nowadays, it is used to avoid certain awkward romantic situations just like the one I was facing.

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” I watched as the irritation slowly pulled off her face. “I can’t give you a pin to escape from here if that’s what you’re aiming at,” she said firmly. For some reason, I thought of Cinderella, but this wasn’t some fantasy book, and I was definitely no Cinderella. I had to fight my way out, and despite the front, I knew the maid wouldn’t be able to assist me going forward. But, she could help in other areas.

All I could focus on was the growing urge to see her suffer, to wipe that smile off her face for good. Elaine, of course, was too clueless to notice how much I despised her. She was lost in her own little world, smiling like a fool as she continued, “Cinderella is my favorite princess. She was a maid like me until her fairy godmother came and made her a princess for a few hours. She met the prince of her dreams, who saved her from her hard life, and later, they became husband and wife.” I knew the story. Who didn’t? But it was nothing more than a ridiculous fantasy, a lie that gave people like her false hope that something good would come out of her stupid life.

she said quietly before walking out of the office. The sharp afternoon breeze struck Emily as she stepped out of the building. Her mind spun with conflicting thoughts, uncertainty chipping away at her determination. This was crazy—completely and utterly insane. But the folder in her hands was a lifeline, one that could pull her out of the financial abyss she’d been drowning in for years. Two million dollars. The number echoed in her mind, tempting and terrifying all at once. Could she really do this? Could she pretend to be Liam Westbrook’s wife for an entire year?

“Some of the boys said you wouldn’t stop following them while you talked constantly. So maybe next time, if they say stop, you should listen.” “But I have no one to play with. The girls said my doll is ugly, and she looks like the maid, so she can never be the princess.” “Have you heard of the story about Cinderella?” Richard asked. “Uh-huh,” Regina answered while eating her ice cream daintily so that nothing fell on the floor or her clothes. “Do you remember she did everything for her step-sisters, like a maid?” “Uh-huh,” she paused before eating more ice cream.

She is only sixteen but had gone through so much trouble that she now thinks she has suffered more than Cinderella whom she had read about in books. She loved reading stories about girls who had suffered unjustly but had happy endings at last instead of reading stories of vampires, witches and werewolves which was the most preferred among the people in her city because she does not believe in its existence as most of the people do, she found such stories scary and preferred happy ending books like Cinderella's.

Ever since Lunaria had seen Cinderella as a kid, she had often wished to get as lucky as her even though she never believed that she was pretty. She knew that Cinderella had gotten the prince because of her charming looks but Sasha had told her otherwise. Sasha had said Cinderella got the prince through her pureheartedness and patience. She had only wanted to attend the ball but she ended up with a prince. And so with Sasha's words, Lunaria had believed that she too would get her prince someday.

“Oh my, this feels like some kind of fantasy crossover event! I swear, I can already imagine them having the wedding of the century. I’m so looking forward to it.” Adriana lowered her gaze, watching the ripples in her coffee cup. Her long, thick eyelashes, like an artisan-crafted feather fan, delicately veiled any emotions from sight. “It’s quite nice to see a rich man adopt into a family,” she said lightly. Miley blinked in confusion before realizing what Adriana meant. Resting her chin in her palm, she sighed. “Yeah… only Phantom Group could marry into Grand Empire. A man like him is too high up—how could he ever marry an ordinary woman? The story of Cinderella marrying a prince only exist