Real Story About Cinderella Novels & Stories

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.

I wanted to shut it all out, but the oppressive stillness of the mansion pressed in on me. I sat on the edge of the bed, the soft linens doing little to ease the tension that gnawed at me. It was hard to believe how quickly my life had spiraled. Only a few weeks ago, I had been the heiress of a fortune, untouched by the cruelty of men like Viktor and my mother. Now I was tethered to them both, their puppet, forced into a game I had never wanted to play. I heard a knock at the door.

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.

Are you serious? Don’t think that everyone is Cinderella. In the fairy tale, Cinderella was a noble before she fell from grace. You’re even less than Cinderella. Besides, the Goldmanns haven’t even said anything yet, so why do you have so many things to say?# #I remember that someone exposed her identity before. She’s related to the family of the Yaramoor.# #But she isn’t part of the royal family. Her grandmother was the mistress of the king. In other words, she’s a homewrecker. How can you help a homewrecker?#

I kept placing this on a stupid thing of the destiny. “I am afraid it isn’t, Miss Rebecca. He really is Dominic Stone, the actor. And I am saying this because he is actually my friend, so we have no reason to lie to you” “Right, and I’m Cinderella!” I burst out, changing my position in bed. I just could not believe that the great actor saved me from my death. Again, I was laughing, but this time not so loud. “I would really like to believe you, but in what mind does it fit that the great actor Dominic Stone saved an ordinary woman like me?”

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.

And clearly, her sudden appearance was for one reason only: to scold and humiliate her. “You… already know?” Emma forced an awkward smile, pretending to be innocent. “How did you find out? I was going to tell you after your trip.” “The internet is flooded with it. You think I’m blind and deaf?” her mother sneered, her voice dripping with scorn. “The whole world knows your so-called dream marriage with ‘Prince’ Alden Helen and ‘Cinderella’ Emma Susan lasted less than two weeks. I don’t need your confession—the truth is right in front of me.”

I never liked Cinderella's fairy tale. Since I was little I have always been bothered by the fact that a poor orphan was enslaved by her stepmother, and still had to run away for one night to participate in the ball in which all the women in her village were invited. She thought it was even worse that her life goals began to revolve around the prince, and that she did not realize that she was still imprisoned, even after leaving the residence of her deceased parents, since she now belonged to a kingdom and a prince. I never liked this kind of tale, where a woman needed to run away from her house to have freedom, and that instead had only won a different cell in her personal prison.

asked king Damien who was unable to come up with an answer . The more he looked at her smile the more confused he was . " I don't know your majesty but I did hear of a similar case like this . There was a girl who became a royal after she married the prince and she still continued to do cleaning chores at the royal palace , even after her marriage . Her name was Cinderella . " said chancellor George with a serious tone . King Damien looked at him with a ' are you serious ' expression when he heard chancellor George . " What's wrong your majesty ? " asked chancellor George confused .

We sat, the smell of salt and old wood rising from the river. "I wasn't born in a palace, Ella," he began, his voice low and gravelly. "I was born in a place where the radiators hissed more than they heated, and the wallpaper was held up by damp and hope. My mother was a cocktail waitress with a penchant for men who promised her the world and gave her a bus ticket. Henry Blackwood was just another suit she met at a high-end lounge—a mistake she kept secret for fifteen years." He looked out at the water, his eyes dark with memory.