Sinful Cinderella Quotes

“You’re not a true queen unless they’re all afraid of you. “Good”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“I sit back and smile. “That’ll work.” “Ironic though, isn’t it? Now you get to be a stepmother yourself. It’s almost like your taking her place.” My insides curdle at the thought. I don’t want to be a stepmother, especially not for that nasty little princess. She’ll do her best to make my life hellish, that I know. “What’s your daughter’s name?” I ask. Edgar snickers. “It might seem odd to you. She was such a beautiful baby – hair black as ebony, skin white as snow. So we called her Snow White.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“A dream is a wish your heart makes.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“Maybe," I choke out, "some people turn bad because they have no one to love them.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“Trouble is, I can’t do it until I’ve saved enough white magic. And to do that, I have to be good. I hate being good.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“I’m not enchanted with this little girl. For one thing, she’s awfully pretty. Her hair is raven black and flows freely to her waist. Her skin is pale and porcelain smooth. She needs no white magic to perfect her appearance, she will naturally grow into a breathtaking beauty. It isn’t fair.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“Our prince, you see, was married before. He had a sweet, smiling wife with shiny black hair and I hated her. And then she did the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me: she dropped dead. Clunk, just like that.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“Don’t care. Don’t really want to go.” Her voice is as flat as her hair.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“Mother won’t let me.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” I whisper. “Who is the fairest one of all?”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“Now I have two ways to punish Cinderella. First I’m going to steal her baby. Then I’m going to smash The Mirror.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“waltz beckon”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“My reflection smiles, unworried. It’s a new life now, new enemies to conquer. The old Cinderella is dead, she died the moment I plunged that spike into Stepmother. No longer will I subjugate myself to anyone, no longer will I take refuge in my memories of Papa. Try as I might, I no longer see myself as his daughter. Not just because of my mother’s secret, but because I’ve taken a life. Somehow, that pushed my father far away, beyond my reach. I have no family left, no real identity. I will have to create it for myself. My”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“something”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“Dead or alive, everyone needs someone to love, someone to feel with your heart when you close your eyes at night. It’s”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“I look like a dark angel. A beautiful nightmare. “Oh!”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“If a man hits you once, he will hit you again. And again and again and again. Have nothing to do with such a man. Ever.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“Our prince, you see, was married before. He had a sweet, smiling wife with shiny black hair and I hated her. And then she did the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me: she dropped dead.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“You heard me. Home at the stroke of twelve and not a second later.” “What time is it now? Nearly ten?” “That gives you two wonderful hours to win the prince’s heart. Good luck!” “Why? Why midnight?” Godnutter glowers at me. “Let’s just say I’ve noticed your evenings with men run a lot later than I approve of. I don’t want you misbehaving with this prince. And if you’re thinking of disobeying me,” she wags the pipe stem at me, “I have set the spell so everything that’s been enchanted will turn back to it’s true form at midnight. Even the things you put white magic on! You’ll have nothing but a pumpkin, two rats, a mouse, and a dowdy dress. So watch the clock or it could get quite embarrassing!” I slam the door shut. “Drop dead, Godnutter!” I shout as the carriage begins to roll. “I already did that!” she calls after me, following it with her nasty cackle. I look back and the spot where she stood is now vacant. But her crazy laugh lingers, chasing me into the night.”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“A dream is a wish your heart makes. It”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“She explained who she was and told me a sad story. She had once been a human lady, married to a nice man. But they had a terrible quarrel and Godnutter swung a pewter candlestick at his head. He died. And Godnutter, overcome with guilt, had thrown herself off the roof of her house. But it wasn’t high enough. She lay on the pavement, broken and bleeding, waiting to die, when the fairies came. I have never seen fairies. I’m told they keep to themselves and help us humans in quiet, invisible ways. But the fairies took pity on Godnutter. They said they could not save her human life, but if she became one of them, a fairy, she could help other unfortunate people and make amends for her terrible deed. Godnutter agreed. But, as she liked to tell me, she didn’t know then they would assign her to me. I”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“She’s better than nothing – sort of – and I’m desperate. So here goes. “Fairy Godmother, come to my aid, help me to fix this mess that I’ve made.” Yes, that’s really what she told me to say. I stare at the starry sky and wait. “Hello, brat.” I nearly jump out of my shoes. I whirl around with my hand on my chest. “Crackers, Godnutter, can’t you make a little noise? Stir the wind before you come?” She’s right behind me, large and solid. Looking, as usual, like she just rolled out of bed. Her gray hair is piled in a lopsided bun with sprays that stick out like weeds. She wears a green dress, slightly crumpled, and her transparent wings point out behind her. And, like always, she’s smoking. Godnutter”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“Stepmother taps her chin and frowns at Moody’s dress. “She needs some pin tucks in the skirt to give it more lift. And put some padding into the bodice to fill out her bosom-” “Motherrr!” Moody whines. “What? It’s no secret you’re flat as a floor.” Loony cackles while Moody throws a murderous look. “At least my chest doesn’t fall on my lap when I sit down.” Loony frowns. “Are you calling me fat?” “Well, if the shoe fits-” “Come, come, girls,” Stepmother says. I’m glad she stopped them. I’ve seen my stepsisters fight before and it’s like cats, all clawing and hissing. I don’t care if they go to the ball with red scratches on their faces but they could ruin Moody’s gown. “You”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella

“It’s fine, Mother.” Moody says. “I just want to get this over with.” “Bad attitude!” Loony’s sitting on the bed in her petticoat and swinging her big feet. She’s smiling. Probably thinks her chances for the prince are better if Moody doesn’t care. She might be right. If the prince wants a loud-mouthed tomato for a wife. Stepmother”
― Anita Valle, Sinful Cinderella