A Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

“You have two choices, Emma marry Damien Blackwood… or walk out of this house with nothing.” Emma stared at Vivian in disbelief. Her ears rang as if the world around her had suddenly fallen silent. “…What?” Vivian folded her arms, her expression as cold as stone. “You heard me.” Emma looked from her stepmother to Sophia, hoping one of them would laugh and admit it was a cruel joke. Neither did. Sophia sat comfortably on the sofa, scrolling through her phone as though they weren’t discussing another person’s future.

Marianne said lightly, “My father used to have a subordinate named Janus Campbell. Later, Janus eloped to the United States with my current stepmother, and he opened a roast goose restaurant in Oskiatown. My father has always been very sensitive about their elopement, so roast goose is also a taboo for him.” Charlie said evasively, “Miss Long, with all due respect, your stepmother does not look like someone who can endure hardship.” “Indeed.” Marianne said, “She usually cannot even be bothered to wash her own lingerie, and she needs several maids to be around her to serve her every day.” Having said that, Marianne could not help but sigh as she said, “However, she could still follow Janus to

I nodded to myself, mentally confirming my plans, and adjusted my robe one more time before heading out to the pack grounds, where the occasion was set to take place. I arrived at the pack grounds and noticed that everywhere had been adorned with glass crystals and roses hung around giving the whole place an exquisite view. I looked around and noticed that the old hag my stepfather was already seated with the council elders. His hair was coiffed back and his face looked more wrinkled and haggard with the bushy smelly beard that covered his face. His cheekbones were saggy and his eyes were sinking into his skull, devoid of life and love. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand as I w

he starts before having me cut him off. "What?! Daughter?! No! Jack can't have another step-sister, it's not going to happen. Jack is mine, my stepbrother and I'm not fucking sharing him with someone!" I yell, growing upset. "Technically, he's not you're stepbrother anymore." My mother says, chiming in as she places a hand on my shoulder. My blood begins to boil and I swear it took everything in me not to hit her. I don't care if he's not my stepbrother because I'm not sharing him with anyone, ever again.

I clung to those values because I thought they were enough to keep us together, to keep us safe. But when his car slid off the icy road, and his heart stopped beating, it all unraveled. My stepmother, Victoria, wore black to his funeral, but there was no hint of grief in her eyes. While I cried for the last of my kin, she stood beside me, gazing down at me as though I were some pest she could not wait to be free of. I did not realize then how true that was.

When we got downstairs, I sighed when I saw no one in sight so we headed towards the door ‘I thought you were supposed to be resting,’ Karen suddenly said behind us and I groaned in frustration. I didn't want to put anyone in danger. ‘You people have been keeping my child up there like some kept wife. She needs fresh air and some sun on her skin. I am taking her outside. My God, look how white she looks,’ my stepmother said in her usual exaggerated way of expressing herself. She deserved an OSCAR award for her performance. That was how she had been able to deceive us all, by pretending.

STEP SON × STEP MOTHER Step Son: Axel Step mother: Gwen AXEL~~ Gwen's full breasts were spilling out of her bralette but this time her white short jeans were zipped up. She looks up at me smirking as I take a step back, knowing she's fully aware of my hard on from Sarah and now her. “I could tell your father what's going on between you and Sarah or..” “You could repay me a favour.” I reply thinking fast.

Aiden asked, his voice gentle, laced with concern. I didn’t answer immediately. I was trying to keep myself from breaking down all over again. Carefully, I adjusted my position, steadying myself as I gathered the strength to speak without crying. “You wouldn’t believe what my stepmother did,” I said finally. “She’s trying to marry you off to my stepsister.” “What do you mean?” Aiden asked, frowning. “She wants me to have two wives? Two half-sisters?” He shook his head slightly. “That’s… very weird.”

That night, Mason finally returned home. He stood framed in the doorway, reeking of cheap alcohol, every part of him reeked of Olivia’s unmistakable scent —night jasmine, white musk, and a lingering trace of silver leaf. It was a scent widely known for its powerful aphrodisiac effects. It was easy to picture the passionate scene he had with his step-mother. The moment Mason stepped inside, he spotted me seated on the couch, engrossed in a book. He grinned and outstrip his arms for an embrace. But this time, I calmly, deliberately, pushed him away.