Sinful Cinderella Novels & Stories

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

Cain uttered, plastering his facade of innocence on his face. “She is so wicked that she made me tell her about you and aunty Noelle and when she found out that you have been alone from the past seven years, she thought about taking it in her advantage to make you feel like you could trust her,” those words of Cain darkened Rican's eyes with a vicious fury because now he dared to use his wife's name in this filthy game of his manipulation to save himself. “But believe me, uncle….she doesn't deserve your trust because she has an immoral intention of taking aunty Noelle's place in your life…..” as soon as those words came out of Cain's mouth, he felt a hard slap on his face which tilted his he

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.

The name “Erella.” This is Cinderella. Sandy’s heart dropped to her stomach. You’ve got to be kidding me. She remembered this story vividly. She used to hate it as a child. The main heroine—kind, gentle, endlessly forgiving—had always driven her crazy. While other girls dreamed of glass slippers and fairy godmothers, Sandy rolled her eyes. “If someone treated me like that,” she’d once told her sister, “I’d throw the slipper at their face, not wear it to a royal ball.”

I look at Sinful, wondering where his mate is, who his mate is. "I'm still Lust," he smirks. "How about naked?" Cian shakes his head, not looking amused. Usually Cian doesn’t shy away from pushing someone to the edge of their paitence, so clearly there is something about Sinful that really gets under his skin. "You invited us here, Sinful..." "Fine," Sinful rolls his eyes. "I look for a moment's entertainment and I get crucified for it." Sinful waves his hands again, and suddenly we are all dressed in swimming clothes, my original clothes having vanished into thin air. I blink, unsure if I should be offended or not at the very intrusive magic Sinful used to essentially change us into complet

Cinderella was the big devil's little Pompom. A little woman he had loved, protected and had even betrayed eight years ago. All thanks to a long sought after revenge, the sly old woman had tossed such a dangerous card on the gaming table. She wanted nothing more than to tear Royalty apart, drag the big devil along to hell and also make him pay for whatever his shameless slut of a mother had done to her daughter. His mother was a husband snatcher cheat who had pushed her innocent daughter into losing her senses. They had made her mad, and had also forced her into setting herself ablaze.

Tamsin knew it couldn’t be a coincidence that the fires wouldn’t light. It struck him suddenly, the answer. Cinder. The Witch Queen’s consort. He was master of flame and hearth, a nasty little bastard from the Winter Court, betrayer of his own kind, former consort of Queen Mab. Slick and charming, clever and without scruples, Cinder was the one who brought human tithes to the Dain. If he had River, she was in very real danger.

Aziel I looked at the peacefully sleeping girl by my side. She was snoring a little and looked so pure and innocent in her sleep. I still didn’t know if I could trust how innocent she looked since she was their daughter after all. The criminals that were masquerading as socialites. I didn’t think that the bruise was just from a fall. I could tell that she was hiding something from me and I wanted to find out what it was not I needed to. When I first met her I couldn’t even recognize her because she was so different from her picture. One thing was for sure that she was so much more beautiful but the photo could not capture the pain and the darkness behind her eyes.

His gaze dragged slowly down my body, taking in the simple white silk dress they had forced me into, the way it clung to my curves, the rapid rise and fall of my breasts. “Seraphina Voss,” he said, voice low and smooth, laced with a faint accent that made my stomach tighten. “You’re even more beautiful than the photos.” I lifted my chin, refusing to cower. “And you’re exactly as monstrous as the rumors say.” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Good. I prefer my wives with fire. It makes breaking them so much more satisfying.” My father flinched. I glared at him. “You’re really doing this? Selling your own daughter to a murderer?”