A Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

The day felt endless, and all she wanted was a shower and her bed. "My little brother says you only married Dad because Victoria's our sister, but that you don't actually love us," Gabriel explained. "Is that true, Nathan?" The older boy scowled and ignored her, climbing into bed. His brother followed. Realizing she wasn't going to get anything more out of him, she kissed Gabriel goodnight, and when she tried to do the same to Nathan, he dodged it. Being a stepmom was definitely not going to be easy. Diana left the room, ready to shower, change into something to sleep in, and finally lie down.

She can't stop the tears although she wants to. Derrick groans from the cut's of the glass. He tries to stand but slips on the water and is dragged to the ground with force. "I hate you Derrick. I give you respect only because I want to! But now you have lost it! You aren't my mother nor my father. Never ever in your life raise your filthy hands to me again. Not only are you a disgusting hypocrite but a sick tyrant. I don't have a big brother, rather I have a big thorn in my side! " she screams.

He was charming as ever. My heart shouldn’t fall again. The pain of being betrayed was there. My step-brother… I’m marrying him. I sniffled as I walked directly to my seat, not taking his hand. I don’t care if my father scolds me. I don’t care now. I am used to him beating me with his crane or slapping me… for every single mistake that I never made. The only mistake was that I had lived. I should’ve taken my life. My miserable useless life.

Sarah took Jane’s hand and then she smiled at her, a smile that only a mother could give, a smile filled with love. “Is something wrong, Mom?” “I’m just checking up on you. You’ve been so quiet since we moved in. I know it’s a big change and that things are different here. I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I just want you to be happy.” Sarah stroked Jane’s hair and she closed her eyes for a moment. “I’m just glad you’re happy, Mom.” “Your happiness matters too. Is everything okay? Are you getting along with your new stepbrother? I saw the glares between your friend and Reid yesterday.”

Nakantingin lamang ako sa kanya at parang tumigil ang mga tao sa paligid, yung pakiramdam na wala akong marinig dahil nabingi ako at sa kanya lamang nakatutok ang mata ko. Napabalik lang ako sa ulirat ng tapikin ako ni Mama, "Anak, siya si Daniel Monrow, ang soon to be stepfather niyo," pakilala ni Mama habang nakangiting nakalagay ang kamay sa braso ni Daniel na nakangiti rin tumingin sa akin, napabaling ang tingin ko kay Isaac at Xavier na agad nawala ang ngiti nang makita nila ang kunting-kunti na lang ay babagsak na ang tubig sa aking mga mata. "Babe, He is my Son, Leo, ang may birthday ngayon,"

I slammed my fist onto the table, barely able to contain my rage. “There’s nothing I can do, Henry; he married Sol. Besides, your stepmother is a good person—” "Even you, uncle? You fell for the act of that gold-digging maid my father married?!" Uncle Roberto sighed and slowly adjusted his glasses, trying to calm me down. "Henry, calm down. Solana is kind. Yes, she used to be a maid here, but she’s a good girl. She took care of your father, and—”

Joe orders, his icy tone leaving no room for arguments or anything. Jane slaps her foot on the floor and leans down to furiously grab her bag from the bed. Wait, she is actually leaving? Just like that? “Do we have a problem? What happened to…” “Why don’t you ask your stepbrother?" Janie screams in my face, her face now antagonistic. The way the emphasis on the word stepbrother came out is all questionable, drawing me into more of a daze. After a cold glare that left my lungs boiling, she stomps after serving Joe one.

"That’s funny. You weren't worried about the press when you were swapping spit with your stepmother in a café. You weren't worried about the press when you brought her into our home!" The crowd gasps. A few whispers ripple through the onlookers. "Stepmother?" "Is that Georgia Newton?" Deckard’s face pales. He looks around at the gathered crowd, his jaw tightening so hard I hear the bone creak. "Shut up, Syd. You're making a scene."

Lucas asks, jaw tight. I shove my phone in my pocket and rub my temple, preparing myself for the avalanche of emotions I'm about to witness. “That was my stepbrother. Our stepbrother. Mom remarried.” His face goes pale, and I feel my lips curl. That's right, Lucas. You're not the only one who's moving on.

me. “What the hell am I even thinking?” I slapped my forehead. He was going to be my step uncle in two weeks. I shouldn’t be having such thoughts about him. It was morally –and every-other-way-possible– wrong. I felt a pair of eyes on me, and I looked up to see my mother staring intently at me, and that was when I realized she had been calling my name, but I was lost in my thoughts. “You look stunning. This is the dress, mom,” I spluttered, trying to incorporate cheeriness I didn’t feel, into my voice.