A Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

His mother yelled at me, scorn dripping from her voice. My mother pressed me tightly to her. “Laraba, don’t do this…” my mother pleaded softly. “Don’t let these brothers grow up in hatred.” “You haven’t seen hate yet, Miriam.” My stepmother hissed. “You took my husband under the covers of the dark. Weaseled your way into our home with your bastard son. And you think there will be peace and love?” She closed the space between herself and my mother, her voice dropping lower. “Well, think again.”

Or had I failed to scrub the floor properly this time? They marched forward at a relentless pace, heading straight for the pack house. What was happening? I wondered inwardly as onlookers cast dreadful, pity-filled glances in my direction, none of them daring to intervene. When they reached the pack house, the door was flung open, and I was shoved inside before it was slammed shut behind me. “What took you so long to bring this slut in here?” My stepmother’s sharp, venom-filled voice snapped me upright. I hurried to my feet and lowered my head immediately, my gaze fixed on the floor beneath me.

By the time I finished my duties, it had gotten soaked. A long sigh left me. The hierarchy in my house was messed up. It was neither by work, nor would I have been the highest; nor by age, nor would I be higher than my stepsister; nor by bloodline, nor would I be the highest again as the only true blood of Draven Household. My stepmother married into the family after she and her kids lost their pack. Yet they forgot all that. The door opened downstairs—my stepmother must be back from escorting her friend home. "Donna! Get down here!!"

Taking a deep breath, I gazed into Mason's blue eyes as I explained, "They're my stepsisters. My father married their mother, Lady Rhea Dragomir, just a month ago and they moved in yesterday." I could see the wheels turning in his head as realization dawned on him. Mason's eyes widened as his mouth fell open. "You mean to tell me that those awful bitches are your stepsisters and their mother is your stepmother?" he reiterated in horror. I nodded sadly, feeling horrible for myself as well. But, I quickly became tired of the subject and just wanted to go about my day without thinking about my stepfamily for once.

My stepmother is now showing her true colors, they have started to take everything that belongs to me away, just like her daughter, they want to take everything away from me but I swear I’m not going to let that happen, I won't allow them to succeed with their plans, I can't delay anymore, I need Charles to start with whatever plan he has, as long as it has to do with destroying Emma, I will gladly do it, and my stepmother should wait for me cause I will kill her even before she becomes the CEO, I can't keep quiet and let them treat me like trash anymore

Today had painfully proved that more than anything else. “No dinner for you this night. Yes, that’s your punishment. And there are a lot of dirty dishes in the sink waiting for you. Attend to them now before you even think of going upstairs. Get the hell out of my sight, you fat cunt!” I stared at the face of my stepmother, so much like Mara’s. Fantasies of how that cruel expression would twist into fear and hate as I stabbed her in her bed flooded my mind. I smiled, because if I didn’t I would cry. Then I walked past her to the kitchen.

"Mom... I mean, stepmother... you... you want me to do the dishes? Clean the house?" My stepmother's eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability seeping through her facade. "Yes, Bethany. I think it's time for a change. We all need to do our part to keep our home running smoothly. You can start by helping out with the chores." Bethany's disbelief was mirrored in my own expression. Our stepmother had never shown an ounce of interest in household responsibilities, leaving the burden on our shoulders. It felt like an alternate reality, a dream that bordered on surreal.

She stated sternly and had her hand showing me to the door that was just behind me. I felt like an Outcast because of how I was being treated but none of them mattered to me as much as the one standing on the stairs did. But when I looked up again, she was no longer in sight and I concluded she must've ran up the stairs or some place else while I had my eyes fixed on her mother who glared at me with so much contempt evident in her stare. Her Stepfather soon stepped in and after whispering softly to his wife's ears, he placed his hand gently on my shoulder and led me out of the house.

Though his smile appeared sweet, an inexplicable sense of horror emanated from him. "Second grandma!" Martha's smile froze on her face, her teeth clenched. Each word came out with clenched teeth, "Se...cond... gra...ndma...” Charles blinked his innocent, large eyes and pretended to be naive, saying, "You're not my biological mom, and you’re my grandfather's second wife. I can't call you a stepmother, so what should I call you? Auntie-stepmother?" Martha's face turned pale with anger.

he was about to leave when he saw the girl's eyes were on him, her eyes were captivating and filled with lust, her face so charming as she moaned, Tyler's eyes were on hers too, she's exactly his type, from every angle and part of her body, her voice was to his liking too. He looked at her one more time and left, it was true that she was his type but there was one huge wall blocking the way, and that's she is married to his dad, she is his fucking stepmom, and he doesn't believe in any god but that moment he cursed every god there is in existence, his dick was still hard but he ignored it and went to his room, he undressed and hit the shower, water cascades his body washing away both the bar