Princess Cinderella Novels & Stories

The sight in front of me makes my eyes wide. The princess, fast asleep on my couch. Why isn’t she in her own room? I quietly make my way across the room. I don’t want to wake her, but what’s she doing here? Well, she can’t sleep on the couch; she’s much too good for that.

What exactly is this, Princesa? She’s wearing a white dress with flowing sleeves and looks… almost radiant. She holds a lot of power too, that’s clear. The sun hits her golden curls. One wouldn’t think she spent the night in a cold dark cell. The goddess sure loves the Rossis… I look away from her, my demeanour darkening as I glare across at the men who all have their eyes on her, hostility clear in their eyes, but if they’re trying to intimidate her, they’re only digging their own graves deeper.

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.

Her stepsister’s voice sliced through her hope, bringing her back to the role she could never escape. Maris’s face tightened slightly. Seraphina swayed closer with a mocking smile, chestnut curls forming a dark crown. Her green eyes glinted with malicious superiority. “You think the moon will make you a wolf? All I see is a girl, desperate to grow claws, too soft to scratch.” Seraphina tilted her head, her voice syrupy sweet. “It’s adorable, really. A little half-breed hoping one day she’ll wake up as a real wolf.”

Even quiet, serious Ethan. "We can take a break," I said. "Sit somewhere quiet. Get some food." "The children—" "The children have been running nonstop for ninety minutes. They could use a break too." I stood up. "Come on. There's a princess meet-and-greet area. Madison's been looking at the signs all morning." The princess pavilion was exactly what it sounds like. A row of small, elaborately decorated stages, each one housing a different princess from different stories. Snow White in her blue and yellow. Cinderella in her ball gown. Belle with her golden dress and her book.

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.

Cinderella, Snow White, and Ariel arrived in the castle inside a pumpkin carriage. “Remember, you only have until midnight to party!” the fairy godmother told Cinderella. “Why is it only me and not them…?” Cinderella muttered, but in the end just nodded in understanding. 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.

She studies the page, all proud of our work, then pauses when she sees the letters. “Mommy! She wrote something!” Hazel leans over, curious, then freezes. Her breath catches just a little. “Anna,” she reads softly, like it means something sacred. Like it’s not just a name but a gift. Callie squints. “The princess’s name is Anna? That’s not right. This is Cinderella.” Hazel laughs gently. “No, honey. She’s telling you her name is Anna.” Callie’s eyes grow huge. “Oh! That’s so pretty!”

There once lived a girl who is called Ella or Cinderella. But her real name is Rosabella, and she lives with her father, stepmother, stepsisters and the servants who live and work at her father's house. Ella (Rosabella)'s stepmother and stepsisters treat her like a slave. Ella (Rosabella)'s father is worried about her health, safety and he is not pleased with how his stepdaughters treat his daughter. Ella (Rosabella)'s stepmother and stepsisters are ugly, rude, unkind, selfish, mean, and downright bullies.

“Are you sure?” Araceli picked up another doll. “Now this fella—he’s got a crown and a dashing outfit. Must be a plumber.” Gianna laughed louder this time, shaking her head. “No! He’s Prince Charming. And she’s Cinderella.” Araceli lit up, genuine excitement coloring her features. “Oh! Are you playing Cinderella? That’s my favorite fairy tale.” “I was trying to,” Gianna mumbled. “But it’s hard to play alone.”