Novel & Cerita Cinderella

Sienna turned and came face-to-face with a tall woman in red satin, perfectly sculpted features, and cruel eyes. “I’m Cassandra,” the woman said, tilting her head. “Old… friend of Damien’s.” Sienna smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.” Cassandra’s eyes flicked to her gown, then back to her face. “You clean up well—for a maid’s daughter.” The glass in Sienna’s hand trembled. But she didn’t speak. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” Cassandra said with a smirk. “You think people around here don’t talk? Everyone knows your little Cinderella story. Only problem is, in real life, the prince doesn't love the maid.”

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”

The twins nodded "Yes, we heard that story but not whole because we felt that story was a too girlish type," Shivam explained to them "In that story was a princess whose name was Cinderella, she had stepmom and stepsister. she was very polite and kind if anyone asked her help, she didn't refuse them, even her cruel stepmom, who always abused her. Her mother said to her 'Cinderella clean the floors until that shine' and she did. And then she said her 'Cinderella cook the foods for thousands of people' and she cooked. Her mother said again 'Cinderella eat the dirty sl

The light Maria was lying in her bed later that day and was recalling all the events that took place earlier that day. Her heart was heavy with pain. She could not control her feelings when the thought of missing a chance to go to boarding school crept in. The tears were pouring uncontrollably and her pillow was wet. She missed her family. She missed being her parents's child. Most of all she missed being at home. They did not have everything they wished for but at least they were happy. She enjoyed being at home with people who loved her unconditionally. That was something she lacked and longed for at that particular moment. always heard the stories of children who grew up without parents a

Yeah, her reflection did look like a lot of thousand bucks, so unlike her usual self. She'd taken her time to get all dolled up and now, she could fucking pass for the princess with the glass slippers. What was her name again? Ahaa! Cinderella. Except tonight it wasn't her godmother wielding the wand, it was Ryder. She hoped to hell and back he likes his gifts on her. It's the most she can do after he'd gone out of his way to spend a little fortune on dressing her up as an apology. She could use him being sorry more often.

said a sweet voice. She tried to open her eyes to see whoever it was. She saw a beautiful woman in a white long dress with a wreath of beautiful flowers in her head. "A-are y-you... " she asked stuttering can barely speak. "... a diwata!" she answered and smiled sweetly. "D-diwata?" she asked almost a whisper. "Yes, I am the Queen of fairies," still giving her the sweetest smile. Andrea just smiled at her and closed her eyes. She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds.

Karen Goodwill curiously askes with her eyebrow frowning: “Why me?” “Because you are not like them. You're not from the upper class, you don't work for any family or corporation - said Gordon Williams with a smile on his face - You're just an ordinary flower girl.” Karen Goodwill glances at Gordon Williams with eyes filled with astonishment. How does he know that her current job is the owner of a flower shop? Five years with Gordon, apart from supporting her ailing father, Karen also accumulated a decent amount of money, enough for her to fulfill her dream: opening a flower shop. Looking at Gordon's satisfied expression, Karen sighs slightly, she suddenly feels that she is about to face a lo

"What was that? That looked so pretty." I was playing with my music box that noon when Leanna barged in. She always barges in and lately, it's been really irritating. I tried ignoring her and kept playing. The music box was one of the best things Mom left me. My grandmother gave it to her, then Mom gave it to me. It's a dancing ballerina and a prince. Mom always told me stories about fairy tales and by just looking at it makes me dream of being that princess. From the corner of my eyes, I knew Leanna was staring at me. Well, I didn't care. She was probably just going to pester me, anyway. I wasn't in the mood. Dealing with her these past few days has been exhausting. Why couldn't she

Ever since she found her heart captivated by this unnamed ballerina, Catherine had been finding time in order to catch a peek of the dance hall where this ballerina mostly practiced, at the same time hoping to know her name too. Catherine imagined scenarios of chance encounters with this girl and formally introducing herself, but she thought that these imaginations are too good to be true. She thought that she’s too shy to even introduce herself, and the chance encounters she imagined are far from possible from happening.

“I figured if I wanted to go as the most frightening thing possible, I should go as you.” A grin lit my face. I loved how so politely rude he was with her. Peeking around the corner, I barely made out Lana’s blank expression through the doorway and over Ezra’s shoulder before he added, “I’m Maleficent. You know, powerful evil queen from Sleeping Beauty.”