A Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

The voice that once belonged to my mother’s mate, my stepfather was now something darker, twisted. Lucien stepped into the light, his features a mask of control barely hiding the fire raging behind his eyes. His gaze swept over me, not with concern, but possession. “I reject you as my mate,” I choked, tears streaking my cheeks. “You’re not my mate. You’re my… my—” He cut me off with a chuckle. “Still clinging to that fantasy?” His voice dipped low, mocking. “You think the Moon Goddess cares about your childish rejection? I’ve marked you. That makes you mine.”

I got out of the car and went around to stand next to my mother. “You are here,” Ken said with a huge smile, opening his arms. My mother walked into them and hugged him. “Welcome.” “Thank you, love,” my mother said, then gave him a kiss. They pulled back and she turned to me. “This is my daughter, Ivy.” I blinked as I got a closer look at Ken, my new stepfather. Oddly, his facial features reminded me of Sean. Wow, my brain was so full of Sean that I now saw his face in random men’s faces.

We stared at each other eating the chicken wings like we were both strangers, I took the remote and turned the television on, for some reason there was a series I was seeing whenever mom wasn’t home, step mother romance and her son, I was close to the ending and I knew that was the only way to pull him closer knowing my mom would be back in no time and I’d rather kill this undying urge to him than have it with my talking stages whom I’m not even aware of he would satisfy me properly. At first, Marcus paid little or no attention to the drama and I sipped my wine slowly watching him scroll on his phone while responding to a message that kept popping up on his screen, I could see his messages f

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.

Mark spoke up this time, “We know you have a cure already and that is why you have locked yourself up inside. Are you hoping to be a capitalist and squeeze everyone dry till there is nothing left?” “Mother has been ill for the past days and you never called or even visited. Look at Cassie, she is just 16 years old and has a full life ahead of her can you really sit back and watch her die?” As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd with them started hollering as they pushed further with more violence. “What kind of a daughter are you? You have enough space in there, why can’t you let us in? Your mother in law is really cursed to have a person like you as her daughter.”

Mom reached for me but I took another step back. Conrad's face hardened and he looked at us. “I want to marry Julliana and I need both of you to stand with me on this.” “I won't!” Jake hissed, then he turned to mom. “You can play any role in my life, Ms. Jules, but being my mother isn't one of them.” Then he brushed past me and I could read the glare in his eyes : “I'll make your life a living hell, Ezra.”

No matter how much I wish I could. As soon as I step out, the knock on the door is deafening. My mother’s voice follows, shrill and commanding. “Emma, get the damn door open this instant!” Her anger cuts through me, making my heart race in my chest. I unlock the door slowly, and she shoves it open with an urgency that feels almost violent. I step back, and she marches in, her eyes locked on me, full of fury. I close the door behind her, my chest tightening as I cross my arms, trying to appear calm.

Zarek hissed and she turned to face him. "Of course I know, those childish tricks couldn't have been anyone else," she mumbled. Zarek launched himself at her, and Axel held him back. "Childish tricks," Axel gritted, and she smiled. "Yes,, childish, a very similar action that my stepmother used to get back at me," she took a deep breath. "I have to go; your father is waiting for me." She walked away and didn't look back. “You think you can handle this, huh?” I muttered to myself, but I wasn’t sure who I was talking to—her or me.

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.

On those lips, he ran his sinful tongue to keep them wet and he made them more kissable with the glistening of his saliva and I had to gulp my lust down. My mother again repeated her question when I didn’t answer her, “ tell me what are you doing here, when I clearly told you to never come back?!” Her tone was fierce, it was nothing like her sweet loving tone. I looked into her eyes to see if she really was my mother because my mother would never raise her voice at her only daughter. My mother was the exact copy of Charlotte Richards from the Lucifer series, in short, she was a hot mess with a perfect body and a perfect height of 5’9.