Princess Cinderella Novels & Stories

The look she gave me was enough to kill Medusa and blind a Cyclops. “Why’d you do that? We don’t know who she is or what the fuck she’s doing living alone in a place like this?” she bawled in a whisper. She kept her voice low but it still carried the same impact it would if she was yelling her ass off. She had a point especially since we had all heard about how Princess Ciara had run away from the palace and ended up being the captive of a rogue fairy. The story had a happy ending from what we were told but it still goes to show how going away from home to a strange place was a dangerous thing to do. Fuck all that, I don’t care for fairies and princesses. Barbra was all I could think about.

Because everything he says and what he does is just a form of his tricks. "Stop flirting, Boss. You're being cheap." I rolled my eyes. "But I'm just being honest." he said as he standing up. "Do you know who you look like now?" I looked up to meet his face, I frowned. "Who?" "The main character in a fairy tale. Princess Aurora." "Princess Aurora?" "Wasn't she the one who lost her shoe in the middle of the night?" he asked, blinking innocently. I narrowed my eyes in disbelief before the amusement made me chuckle softly. "It's Cinderella boss. Cinderella."

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

And he likes the idea of an arranged marriage between the two kingdoms. *Duchess Winter* - She's a 24-year-old Beta with dark brown hair and eyes and a love for gossiping. She's Princess Zoey's best friend. Despite the age gap, they are really close friends. And she dislikes Prince Patrick because she thinks he is pretentious. *Peasant/Baker Micah* - He's a 19-year-old Alpha with brown hair and eyes and a love for baking and making dolls. He's a baker who works with his parents in a small bakery that makes the Queen's favourite cookies.

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.

But to their dismayed, the princess wished not to be seen by them and went straight to her room as directed by her chambermaid. “Shuna,” Alminah called one of her chambermaids. The servant put a distance from her when she spoke up. They were still afraid of her. She was the rumored cursed princess from tribe Teuton. Who knows what kind of witchcrafts she can perform in eyes snap. “Tell me where I can find the palace’s dungeon.” She said. She still had her veil worn around her face. The moonlight hits the large window of her room and illuminated throughout her dark room.

But while staring at the pretty dress in her hands, she knew she didn't become neither the fairy or Cinderella. 'Thud' The dress fell down. With downcast eyes, she whispered, "Grim reaper." She isn't a princess. Because in every fairy tale stories, the princess must meet her prince instead of a grim reaper. Celine picked it up and glance at her reflection to see her lifeless eyes. Smiling as if she feels sorry for herself, she tried the dress. It is indeed pretty, giving justice to its price. "Woah, it's beautiful," she gasped an over exaggerated praise. After enjoying the little moment she could adore it, she reached for the zipper at her back. She was about to zip it down when strands of h

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

“I thought you’d never ask. I know a maid over at the Stone mansion who’ll let us in. And before you ask, I already picked out the perfect dress and mask for you. I was just waiting for you to say yes!” Rue worked a second job as an assistant for one of the most famous stylists in Empire City. “You’ve thought about everything,” I said, hugging her. “All I’m asking is for you to have fun, bring back some cake for me and make sure you come back at midnight so I can return everything I’m lending you for this party, okay? I’m not kidding. You need to be home by midnight or I’m gonna lose my job!” I was nervous. Could I really find my prince charming in that sea of eligible, powerful men? I don’t