Real Story About Cinderella Novels & Stories

“What nonsense is this? Do you actually think you can get away with it? How dare you! This is plagiarism, a criminal act—and you will get punished—" Charlotte scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "So what? If you're brave enough, go ahead and sue me. Let's see who they’ll believe: me, the renowned socialite and Miller family heiress, or you! A desperate and poor orphan who is chasing after her two minutes of fame?” My entire body tensed. I wanted to scream, to throw something, to wipe that smug look off her face. But she was right: no one was going to believe me.

If just to see her smile. There was one story she always loved. It was a story I tweaked just for her. It went like this: Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Cindy who lived alone in a tower guarded by a ferocious wolf. Many tried to rescue her, but they all failed, for only a brave knight with the heart of a genuine man could rescue her from captivity. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, while she sat at the window of the tower, praying to the stars for her heroic knight to save her. Yet, no one was brave enough to slay the beast. As time passed, Princess Cindy’s hope of ever being rescued diminished piece by piece, filling her heart with despair

The questions came out as only a whisper to her. “It’s called revenge, little Cinderella.” She spat the old nickname in my face but it did not phase me. I had her pinned against a wall that was opposite the doors to Charlie’s room in no time, my face only inches away in an attempt to intimidate her, also to keep her here until the prince returns and he could see what Lucinda had done, “What vengeance could you possibly hold against an entire kingdom?” “The entire kingdom ruined my life. The villages ruined my childhood. The royal family, they ruined my future, and YOU ruined all that was in between!”

See you at the annual party, wifey. See you at the annual party, wifey. Sabrina could only cover her mouth in shock. She couldn’t speak until the box was fully opened, revealing a blue ball gown just like Cinderella’s. Then the realization hit her. Tyler’s costume is just like Cinderella’s prince charming! If that’s the case, she is Tyler’s date for the annual party. And above all, the dress he bought at the boutique last week is meant for her. Her heart overflowed with joy as they helped her put on the gown. They even added a pair of glass slippers. She felt like she was inside a fairy tale, playing the role of the leading lady.

I was able to merge into the background, smiling, and being happy for my cousin as she married the man of her dreams. I was throwing those shoes away as soon as I had the chance. High heels were going to be my downfall. No wonder Cinderella left her shoe on the palace steps when she ran away. The darn things were impossible to walk in.

It didn't take long for us to get there and the moment we stepped into Magic Kingdom, the children froze. Ahead of us rose Cinderella’s Castle, tall and shining like a fairytale. “It’s real,” Emilia mumbled. "Of course it's really, baby." I chuckled. "Papa." She grabbed Alexander's sleeve. "Is it true that Cinderella was the young madam of the house but her stepmother and stepsister made her a maid? Was it the reason her fairy godmother made her the princess?" Oh oh. "I haven't seen the movie, sweetheart but I think that's how the story went," Alexander replied.

She chuckled, "I'm actually English too. I was born in US lived in Manchester all my life then moved back and here I am" "Quite the adventure you've had". He was still puzzled that she had no idea who he was. "Oh please! We all know you've gone to several countries. You're filthy rich". Calvin pulled Lacey to the dance floor even if she didn't stop her protests. "Will you let go?!" She whisper yelled. "Why the rush?" He asked smoothly. "This is technically assault", she struggled, "I should have argued with Merinda about coming". "The Hespsters?" "Yeah. You know them?"

Most of them, if not all, had a dark version of the truth. Like the infamous rumor about Cinderella. She never met an old fairy godmother. She was a crazy traumatized teenager and all that happened was in her head. There were no glass shoes, there was no beautiful dress that she wore to the kingdom. She never met the prince, never. The princes didn't search for a young lady who wore the finest gown and the glass slippers. The prince married one of her cruel stepsisters. All in her crazy head. Fantasy is suffering in disguise. It makes us want to dream of things that we know, will not happen in real life.

Maybe that was what they meant by saying Cinderella's tale doesn't exist in real life. “I mean, our marriage was a political marriage because his family valued status and power, but you are a nameless orphan who managed to get an admission into an elite school but still sold her body to a man old enough to be her father; I don't think they would like that.” She muttered, and for the first time my reality glared so hard at me.

With my heart soaring high in the sky, I came out of the room and saw Daleyza standing outside, she jumped to see me. “Sorry for eavesdropping, Ann. Your storytelling ability is top-notch. I was captivated by your voice.” She praised my story for covering up her immoral act of peeking in our personal matters, but her query didn’t let me reprimand her as she asked curiously. “Why did you tell this story with an altered ending, Ann? Didn’t the Prince come to Cinderella with her shoe, and they reconciled in the end? Why did you say that she opened a bakery and lived with her pets?”