Songs Of Another Cinderella Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It’s really uncomfortable to try to sleep when someone is doing a samba in your uterus. Rose shrugged. “There’s a lot like that because then you get the Cinderella stories, the knights in shining armor stories, and the healing stories.” “What’s wrong with a good Cinderella story?” Heather asked. “I adore them, and almost every culture has one or two that have been printed as beautiful children’s books.” “Nothing is wrong with a good Cinderella story,” Rose started. I interrupted her. “Except when the prince turns out to be a giant dick, but she can’t escape him because he’s the most powerful alpha and they’re fated mates.”

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

huffing so, she chose to sleep with no words exchanged. "Cinderella" Sandy called her for the tenth time and she grits her teeth. He won't let her sleep now for sure. "What?" She asked in a calm tone. "Nowadays, you don't point out for calling you Cinderella" he states, as a matter of fact, gaining a blush from her. Soon she closed her eyes again showing her disinterest over his talks. "Anebella" Kabir's voice took them into a jerk as he was crying. "What?" Sandy stood up panicked.

He finished. I rolled my eyes at this, “not Lucy... the other girl,” I paused, straightening my back, trying to picture the blurry image of her face in my mind, “the one that saved me.” Chris grinned, seeming to like this topic as he laid his head back in the chair, giving me knowing look, “you mean your little Cinderella,” he sang like little boy in pre-school. “Cinderella? Yuck,” I blurted out, “and for the love of god, this isn’t high school musical.”

She had her back facing and Disney music playing, so she didn't hear me enter. I snickered to myself, as she danced while stirring something. She used the spoon in her hands as a mic and sang her heart out. She then turned the music down, because I could tell it hurt her own ears, playing it that loud. The next song came. So This is Love, Cinderella. Nice one. Sahana took a deep breath in, as if she was getting ready to perform in a concert. I could faintly hear the song playing, but more of Sahana's voice.

Diedra snickers, dodging the brush and laughing louder. "You look like a small bedazzled munchkin. You have no choices in your life. Not to mention, we both know I'm the favorite. You may be Queen one day, Ann, but you know you can't do a thing about me because of Fae law. I'll live with all the riches and all the choices, unlike you," she taunts me. I slam my hands against the doors of the wardrobe as I slam it shut and march over to her. The look in her eyes is priceless. A flicker of fear before she covers it with arrogance.

I too smiled at him. In the whole dance I could feel Jake's eyes were on me. But I didn't paid any attention to it. Then my eyes fell on Ananya and Vihaan who were struggling to dance. Ananya stepped numerous times on Vihaan's feet. While Vihaan tried to spin her but instead twitched her hand. Which made her curse him. I laughed while looking at them. Karan got confused and asked me what happened. I showed him towards Ananya and Vihaan and he too laughed at them.

The moment Ann stepped inside the party hall, she felt she was in a whole new world. The big hall was very bright because of the large beautiful chandeliers. The interior decorations were so beautiful that Ann felt everything came out from fairy tales. People inside all wore luxury brand clothes and accessories. Women’s dresses were so exquisite and their jewelry seemed to shine brighter than the chandeliers on the ceiling. Looking at her plain light yellow dress, Ann felt she did not belong here. She seemed to be stabbed by people’s stares, as if they were saying, “Who’s that girl? Look at her dress. How did she even get an invitation?”

Federico hauled Christian down off his shoulders and onto his hip instead. “Of course, Mummy can help me tuck you in,” he replied. “Now, little one, what story do you want me to read to you tonight?” The little boy looked up at him with big brown eyes. “Mummy told me once a story about a prince who found a shoe after a party and he searched to find the beautiful girl who had lost it. Do you know that story, Daddy?” His Serene Highness felt his chest tighten. “Yes, I know that one. It’s called Cinderella.”

Candles flickered in alcoves and the sounds of music filled the air. It was everything I had imagined from watching Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and Beauty and the Beast. I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I had imagined that everyone would stop and stare. That the music would falter and the dancers would turn from their partners and gaze up at me. That I would see the Prince and we would make eye contact and the world would watch in a loving glow as we found one another. No one looked. Freddie wasn't even in the room. I pushed away the small hurt. He had other responsibilities.