The Cat From Cinderella Novels & Stories

Catherine stood beside the trainer, her small hands holding a leather brush, carefully grooming the pony’s mane with an expression of intense, serious concentration that she had inherited entirely from her mother. "Remember to use long, gentle strokes, princess," I said, my deep voice carrying across the quiet ring as I leaned against the wooden fence, my arms crossed over my chest. Catherine looked up, her dark eyes instantly lighting up with an unburdened, brilliant joy. She handed the brush to the trainer and ran toward the fence, her small boots clicking against the hard-packed dirt before I reached down, lifting her effortlessly into my arms and settling her against my shoulder. "Look,

The pain I expected never came. A loud bang rang out. I opened my eyes and stared in disbelief as the glass slipper, blazing with brilliant light, flew up on its own and blocked the sword. The slipper then erupted with a blinding white light that instantly flooded the entire pumpkin patch. From within the light, a commanding, furious voice rang out. "You evil creature! How dare you lay a hand on my daughter?" When the light faded, a woman wearing a magnificent gown and a crown appeared in midair. She was none other than the current queen, Elena Vale. Beside her stood a fully armed unit of royal guards.

When the truth was, Alameida actually felt bad for the Catfolk. "They said this breed of cat has black and orange stripes..." The Old Duke's voice faded away as he led Alameida inside the castle. And just hearing the old man's words made the female Catfolk shudder in fear. 'They called tigers, the king of mountains, as cats...?' The female Catfolk was traumatized enough. The Lycans bathed and decorated her body with cute dresses and laces, just to be presented to the Old Duchess. The beautiful Fae looked at her in shock as she rubbed her hair and ears. That was until the old man who captured her came and told his wife that she was her new pet.

To say the least, Charlotte has never seen that many fairies in a day. After that, it was pure chaos and panic in Charlotte’s mind. The cat design on her coffee. The fairy wings decoration in a shop. The cat and fairy costumes were on display in a shop they passed by. A kid’s song featuring cats and fairies blasting in the mall. The fairy decorations and mannequins outside a kids' clothing shop they passed by in the mall and many more.

Katrina said as she whistled in her usual rhythmic voice and Althea rolled her eyes saying, "Ugh! Not again!" A black cat walked towards Althea and she could not even see the face of her. She meowed and roamed around her feet and she shooed her away. "Hey, don't be rude to her. She missed you," Althea had a cat named Casper which was later on changed by Katrina and is now known as Cruella. "Cruella, come to me, my love. She's not interested in you... even after so many decades." "I hate cats..." Althea said boringly when Katrina answered, "Shut up, Althea."

She had asked Miss rachel for some of the flowers she had used for the dress and had attached them to plain hairpins which she put into my hair. It all went with the dress perfectly. I loved it. I felt like a sort of fairy princess. Kat appeared at the door with a smirk on her face. She leaned against the door. "Hey Cinderella, your prince is here." Roman was here? I hadn't even heard the door. I sucked in a deep breath. "Do I look alright?" Kat sighed and sighed and placed her hands on my shoulders. "Oh dear grasshopper, when will you learn that you are woman and you are perfect?" She smiled. "You look amazing, Crystal. I should know."

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”

I admitted, my heart pounding with fear of judgment. Lia's kind eyes met mine, her voice filled with encouragement. "Of course, Katniss. I would be glad to help. So, what about it?” My fingers fidgeted as I confessed, "I-I'm a late bloomer, and I need guidance on shifting into my wolf form." “That would be easy,” she exclaimed. “So, what type of training would you need?” “Well…uhm…everything…You see, I haven’t shifted into my wolf form just yet. I just met my wolf spirit and was still clueless about how to let him take over.”