The runaway cinderella Novels & Stories

A figure stepped forward. Dark. Solitary. My breath hitched as my pulse picked up speed. I knew I should run, but my feet were planted to their spot. Like the tall grasses, I was stuck still, unable to uproot myself. Five feet away, the figure stopped. I strained to catch a glimpse. Arms reached out, grasping as though to touch me, but couldn't. A male voice whispered, "Come, Cinderella. I need you."

“Okay, okay, if that will make you happy, I'll do just that.” “What?!” I gasped in shock watching Lady Diana. She turned towards me and made an irritated expression. “Well, you have always been unfortunate. We'll get rid of the child, but that doesn't stop you from getting married to Klaus, so get yourself prepared this evening.” My Stepmom and her daughter both left my room after saying this. I can't believe this, they are going to get rid of a child like it's trash, my child? I looked around me, I can't stay here. I need to escape from the mansion before evening comes.

“Jane, I swear it wasn’t me. His company went bankrupt. When he couldn’t pay off the loan sharks, they dragged him away.” “His company went bankrupt? When did that happen?” Lucas hesitated, but when I kept pressing, he leaned close and whispered, “Just recently. Not just him. Everyone who ever hurt you has gone bankrupt.” “How did you do it?” “That’s confidential.”

Matheo mumbles to himself before running after his family, his professional family. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story! Love Cinderella.

Running away will give me freedom. As I pick a random destination, I buy my ticket and hop on the correct train. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m nervous and scared to be on my own. I have to do this. This is my one chance to leave. I promised myself that if I had the chance to run, I would. The opportunity presented itself. To be honest, I’m shocked the chance even came, but it did, which means this is what I should be doing. At least, that’s how I’m choosing to look at it.

Claire said as if she were dreaming while running in the spring field. The grass is not very tall. It's just like normal grass but soft on the feet as she runs through the endless wasteland. From where they were standing, it was like entering a fairy tale movie. Not far away is what looks like Cinderella's prince's castle, or maybe Sleeping Beauty's.

"When we get to the house. It's easier to keep you from running away." Shitballs. From Rapunzel to Snow White in a matter of hours. I was running the gamut of tales today.

The second guard lunged. I ducked, grabbing the dropped keys— Run! the voice inside my head said. I sprinted. Barefoot. Fast. Adrenaline burning through my veins. The hallway stretched long and dimly lit. Left or right? Left. Always move toward the weaker light. I ran. A shout erupted behind me. “She’s loose!” Footsteps thundered. Too close. Too fast. I turned a corner— And froze. A figure stood at the end of the corridor.

Cinder had merely tried to make the best of a really terrible situation. The amulet practically hummed the closer he got. And he felt he was closer. Every step. He could practically feel her. Cinder wanted to run, but as a rule, he didn't run unless he absolutely had to. Rushing things was always a bad idea and something he did frequently. He was -trying- to be good, so he took his time and was carefully observant. Whatever had run off with River could be lurking in the trees and bushes. Not Aelnith Eventide though, he thought smugly. The bastard couldn't be out in the sunshine. Cinder? He loved the sunshine. It charged him like a battery.

he said handing them to Trix. "Use them wisely and remember these words-, Every action has an equal reaction," he said slowly and clearly. "Farewell, Trixiana," he said with smile before disappearing into thin air. "What? Wait!" Trix yelled, not understanding a thing he said. She glanced down confused at the book. Her heart stilled as she stared at the book title- Cinderella. "I am dreaming." She immediately squeezed her eyes shut and pinched herself as hard as she could. She opened her eyes and let out a sound of frustration.