Princess Cinderella Novels & Stories

And she thinks, together with that man, she will be able to get everything she dreams of. So, she continues to live like a Cinderella with Marlon as her prince. But, isn't there a part in Cinderella's fairy tale where the princess must return to the reality of her life after midnight? Nah, Anne also experienced the same thing, her fairy tale life must also return to reality. Her happiness and ambition are instantly crushed to the ground when she learns that Marlon is not a perfect prince. Ah, or rather, he wasn't a prince. He was a king, who already had an empress by his side. Yes, Marlon already has a wife and a baby boy.

By thirteen, she visited Disneyland for her third and final time. The cast of snow-white noticed her, and took pictures with her. On her sweet sixteen, she was gifted three cars. One for school, one for shopping, and one to just move around. All her life, she had never been told no. Her father called her a princess, and she had lived the princess life for as long as she could remember. Until now. She understood now why Cinderella was her least favourite princess story. Paupers did not become Princesses. Princesses were born through a royal bloodline. Like her bloodline.

I answer, already on my way to meet him. He comes in quick, meeting me before I'm out the door. His eyes shift between us, careful and analysing. “What’s going on?” “Nothing,” I hook my arm in his. “Just saying goodbye to Cinderella’s evil sisters.” “Does that make you Cinderella then sis?” I shrug, “I’m whoever got Prince Charming, sis.” I say, feeling too petty to just ignore the remark. Audrey smiles, “Cinderella.” “Snow white,” Kingston says. “She’s the fairest in all the lands.”

Her wolf form was large and proud, her fur thick and shimmering in the sunlight. It was a white so bright that it banished all doubt. Freda was Her. Kael’s fiancée, the woman he’d rejected Nadia for, the only person his father would allow him to be with. The woman he’d been waiting for all his life. The fulfilment of his destiny. Standing in front of Kael was the lost Lycan Princess.

Although Eliana wants to revel in his sight, she hones in on the maid who is slowly limping away. The Princess stealthily maneuvers through the crowd, only occasionally having to slash into a rebel or rip the throat out of a soldier. Tasting metallic liquid in her mouth, she continues on. Selma crawls up the steps of the castle, her leg broken form the fall. Eliana allows her to reach half way up, when the maid stops, exhausted and hopeless. She approaches, smoothly ascending the stars. Fur coats her body as she reaches down to force Selma to face her. The woman's gaze is wide with fear. She gulps, trembling, "Please, I am sorry. Spare me."

“She was chased out of the palace by the king’s guards. The prince was furious that his father would go back on his word. The entire country was shocked and angered that one of their own was not good enough for the king. Under this pressure, the king relented and the prince sought out his love once more. “They were married to the cheers of the country. She was the best queen in a hundred years of queens and the country thrived because of her wisdom. We call her the Peasant Queen. To honor their story, Paradisa holds a masquerade ball every year. No one knows who anyone is or what their station in life is. Janitors can be kings and princes can be paupers. For one night every year, everyone is

But in her mind, only a very beautiful princess would suit their handsome emperor. Aren't you also a princess? said a small voice inside her mind. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that little voice. Yes, she was a princess but that was before. And another thing, her face is not pleasant in the eyes of other people. The emperor might frightened when he saw her ugly appearance.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

She has her father's pale gold hair - which is identical to mine - and the angry eyes that flashed at Lisa are definitely hers. " How's the restaurant going, Lisa? Flourishing, I presume." Dad spears a pea with a fork. Lisa offers a smile with the power to stop hearts. Dubbed 'Princess of Oakenville' by the locals, her famed, angelic beauty is the reason most of the patrons at her thriving restaurant, Duke's Table, consist of adoring fanboys, and why most women love to have her as a prime subject of their gossip. "Your presumption is indeed right. Did I mention there's a prospect of an interview with Women's Weekly? They want me to feature in a cover story."

“And I hardly get apologies from people, so I didn’t accept it.” “I understand. You said you felt like Cinderella without the crystal shoes. What if I get you crystal shoes? Will you become Cinderella?” he asked. “No, I won’t.” “Why not?” “If I become Cinderella, that means I have to meet a witch and a prince. But I want to be with my influencer,” she declared. “A prince is bound by rules and regulations. He must dress a certain way, speak and act a certain way. He must also follow strict routines, obey customs, and uphold traditions. Most times, they can’t follow their hearts because it’s not what the kingdom wants,” she said and sighed.