The Unwanted Cinderella's Transformation Novels & Stories

Stanley woke up. Wendy lit the candles on the cake. The flickering glow illuminated her reflection in the nearby mirror—a plain housewife in a dull black-and-white dress, devoid of charm or excitement. Meanwhile, Jessica, now a successful ballerina, was young, vibrant, and beautiful. Wendy was an ugly duckling, while Jessica was the white swan. After waking up, Stanley abandoned the ugly duckling and returned to the white swan's side. Wendy let out a bitter laugh.

By the looks of them,I can guess that they're the harbingers of my death. "Guys,this is Meera. I want you all to move your magic wand over her and make this pretty little soul a goddess!" Eleanor moves her arms super dramatically and I feel like some kind of dead ass whore Cinderella waiting to get transformed by my fairygod mother. Guess who's the fairygod mother? Though,I wished that they could really flicker some Harry Potter wand over me and I transformed. No makeup. No effort. No torture. * * * After two hours..., yes you heard me right!

If you two just keep holding on together, and never say give up on struggles you'll both get more stronger than before. Struggle is nothing, when you two really love each other. I just only said this because in my experience in life I guess?? So this is Cyanelle Louise Smith Fernandez an Unwanted Girlfriend before that turned to his Wife and a Mother now. Signing off... Hope you'll enjoyed.

She sighed frustrated. "You know who you should choose," Jordan started playfully. "Who," Trix asked cautiously, lifting her head off his shoulder. "Cinderella, homie, cause you broke," Jordan said. His boisterous laughter consumed the air. Trix shoved him playfully, joining in the laughter as well. The laughter died after a minutes and Jordan went to get a drink. Trix was screwed. How was she going to write a story in one night. Mrs. Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task.

She had set her heart on marrying the guy she adored, refusing to accept the comfort of wealth and luxury through marriage with a wealthier suitor. Her fairy-tale ending was broken, however, when her beloved abandoned her as soon as she acknowledged her sacrifice—leaving behind her home and everything she knew—to be with him. Her lover abandoned her as soon as she told him she had left her home to marry him, and she was not the daughter of a millionaire but a penniless Cinderella who came to Prince Charming after leaving everything behind. Humans' unpredictability, bewilderment, greed, and self-centeredness had all come crashing down on her, exposing a terrible truth. It seemed as if they we

“Maybe, true bravery requires us to risk the possibility of failing and anything less is cowardice.” “Hmph.” I scoffed at him. “And here I thought mom had cornered the market on reverse psychology.” Outwardly, I brushed off his words. But internally, I couldn;t deny the fact that he’d hit a nerve. When I thought about finding my mate, I told myself the type of girl the Moon Goddess would pair me with, the type that would make a good Luna would probably be uptight and boring. Not a sexy goddess who would let me do all kinds of filthy things to her. She’d probably be some prim and proper prude who expected me to change for her.

The words still echoed in my mind as a grim joke. How many times had I pleaded with my parents, explained, even shouted, that I did have a girlfriend? A woman I loved, fiercely and irrevocably. The possibility of being bound to another, a stranger, made me shiver with icy fury. Whatever this woman was, desperate enough to take on this ancient trade-off, I vowed to torment her life. "Mrs. Alcantara, my sincerest apologies for my daughter's tardiness," Mrs. Andal's awkward politeness pushed through my simmering rage. "Jarros, where's MJ? Do call her."

"So much for an orgasm helping you with your uptight-ness." She's busily shoving papers back where they go, while I'm slipping my shirt back over my head. "Is that what you were trying to do?" she asks, placing the letter tray back on the desk while she mumbles something about finding glue. "I didn't know fucking me would magically transform me. It sure didn't change you into Prince Charming." "Would you be Cinderella in this scenario?" I ask. "Because I doubt Cinderella was a bitch." She picks up a book from the desk and throws it, and it grazes my arm.

They had been talking about her, the lovely rose that clung to my mate. “Genesis…” Claude spoke and I just shook my head, I was determined to see this through. I may have been rejected but I’d be damned if they would take away what little strength I had in myself. “It’s a lovely part Claude it would be a shame for me to leave right now after all, every fairy tale needs a villain.” The roles had been reversed. I wasn’t Cinderella anymore in their eyes I had always been the villain. A few people spotted me within the crowd and after a while literally everyone had their attention towards me, I accepted the attention, I could appreciate the need to watch the drama unfold.

He must not discover this whore I have turned is the same secretary that seems all shy and hesitant during the day. I feel like freaking Batman. Nah, scratch that. Even better, I feel like Cinderella, but a much more slutty one. “Climb the bed.” Thane’s voice interrupts my thoughts. His blue eyes roam around my body with a lust so clear. I do as told, the need for that big dick of his roaming inside of him fuels my obedience. “Spread your legs, sunshine.” My legs spread in front of him, creating a large distance between my feet.