A Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

"Your mother was a means to an end. She was a woman of low appetites and high debts. She was easy to manage. Easy to buy." "You used her," I whispered, the weight of the betrayal hitting me again. "You sat at our table, you kissed her cheek, you called yourself my stepfather... and all the time you were just waiting for her to die?" "I didn't wait for her to die, Elara. I waited for her to fail," he corrected, his voice as sharp as the knife in his hand. "And she failed spectacularly. She gambled away your inheritance in a basement in Macau. She signed over your guardianship to settle a debt with a man who would have sold you to the highest bidder in a heartbeat. I didn't steal you. I saved

"This is too much. All we did was give in to what we truly wanted. We can’t control our feelings, and it might seem wrong to you and the rest of the world, but it wasn’t to us. It isn’t for us. And I’m sorry that we did this behind your backs, but we—" "Can you hear yourself right now, James? I’m married to your father! For Christ’s sake, you should see me as your mother, but you’re getting down with my daughter? So what’s to end this shameful affair of yours? Does my daughter marry into the same family I married into? To my stepson? Does that sound like the right thing to you?" I swipe my hand across my face, and I don’t think the words out aloud, but they manage to slip through my parted l

How they will stay without love, without protection. “Rose, Rose….” He tried to speak with me but my mind just sewing the future event of my babies without me. “Rose nothing has happened to you,” He said, but I ignore clenching his shirt I said looking into his eyes” Don't you dare to bring stepmother for my babies”

“Who are you?” Fiona’s lips parted, emotion flickering across her face. She moved toward Henry but then hesitated, as if afraid she might break him. “My sweet boy,” she whispered. “I never wanted to leave you. But they took you away from me. I fought hard but couldn't get you back. I'm your mother, Henry." Henry's eyes filled with tears as he reached out a trembling hand towards Fiona, finally recognizing the woman who is a stranger but has a familiar warmth in her eyes.

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

Her distressed and anxious pheromones clouding the room. “You aren’t my sister. You are William’s daughter. There’s a difference. I will never be a brother to you. You’re nothing but a wolf that murdered a pup. A despicable wolf such as yourself should not be allowed to walk freely and so, I will punish you for what you’ve done.” Jake says, looking into her eyes before kicking her hand away from him. “Take her away.” He say to the guards. The dragged her away and just like Matthew, her yells fading away just as they dragged her.

“How much were you paid, Marc?! Do you think this shred you're putting up with her is worth it? You will live to regret it!” Then my stepmother drew near him and pulled his chin up. “I know your little little secrets; trust me, you're playing with fire!” She added. Marc cleared his throat and his lower lips trembled. “You don't know what you're talking about? And you don't know any secrets about me and I know that for a fact,” he said confidently. Then she laughed to her satisfaction as her gaze went round on us. “Why are you nervous?!” And she gave a sarcastic round of applause.

3: The Message “You’ve been wearing that face since morning,” my stepmother snapped. “Anyone would think you’re being forced into this marriage.” “ It feels like I am being forced…” I whispered “ What did you just say ?” My step mother , my two step sisters , Eliana and Mario alongside my father all ganged up against me in the dining table, just to scold me because I didn’t put on the act they wanted for the guest . “Nothing ….I am happy “

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''