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!"

After the birth of Phillipa, it even became worse because a child now meant that she could secure her claim to the name, March. "Arghhhhh" I stomp my feet on the ground and let out a scream into the cold chilly air. Maybe I need to take a walk to calm my nerves. I can't go back there in this mood, I'll be forced to do something I don't want to do. It's late at night. We had just finished dinner before my stepmother started barking once again. I hate her so much. So much, I wish father never married her. It's twenty years late for regrets

Mary's step mother said in a stern voice. She was clenching her fists and gritting her teeth with rage. The thought of seeing Mary winning and getting married to the most sought after man in the town made her to lose her senses. She sneered and seemed to be cooking something in her mind. She jumped with excitement and lifted her hand in while chanting the song she used to chant when she was plotting something evil. She made her famous dance moves she always perform when her plans were coming into success. "Now, listen Mara Fischer daughter of Ray Michaels", she said as she was coming closer to her Mara. "Whoa! Whoa! Mama, what you just said now? Say it again. Mara was fuming with rage as she

“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.

My stepmother isn't a very nice person in general. The exact word to describe her is Evil. Evil! Conrad stood up and reached out to take my hand. The forest ranger is only looking at me tonight, and after our secret meeting, am certain that he wants me as much as I want him. The truth is my stepmother was never mean or evil. Ever since my father died, my life has never been the same. My stepmother turned into someone completely different as soon as my father’s will was read aloud. She became demanding, sharp, and started ordering me around, making Me clean and cook all day long. Apart from my stepmother, I have two stepsisters who are also very cruel to me most of the time. I hate the way th

Sabrina looked at her stepmother and said, “But I love him.” Sabrina and her stepmother had a very unusual relationship. It didn't seem that she was closer to her stepmother but if the latter would tell her something, she would listen and try to act on it. Whereas Beatrice could not tolerate her stepmother and blamed her for her mother's death. It could be said that Sabrina and her stepmother had a very polite relationship while Beatrice and her stepmother had a very typical relationship.

The expression on the ninth stepmother's face was one of panic. Emma looked at the ninth stepmother, lost in thought. She sighed and said, "The street performer is injured, but it's not serious. It's just skin-deep. Don't worry." Upon hearing Emma's voice, the ninth stepmother's heart raced, her pale pink gown and fair skin merging to create a striking contrast, accentuating her delicate eyelashes, elegant eyebrows, and pink lips. Her eyes, beneath her long lashes, seemed ancient and mysterious, emitting an aura of coldness.

“Aren't you going to ask who they are?“ He asked me. I took a seat, “I don't think it's necessary for me to know them. I only helped because you are my patient.“ Deep down, my curiosity is at the maximum level. It's hard not to be curious when I'm tied to him. “That's my stepmother and stepsister. She left five years before I met you, so we never talked about her.“ He explained anyway. “Oh.“ Was all I could say. A step mother and sister I never heard about. Why are they coming back now? “She used to be my mother's best friend until she died. She drugged my father one day and got pregnant with Crystal. My father had to marry her.“ I finally got interested, “Whoa. That's really bad.“ He nodded

She was aware of how they wanted to humiliate her, including her own father. “You should move back. I misunderstood you last time. Forget what I said. Anyway, we are family here.” Marga chimed, trying to act like a real mother, but her action made Kendra want to vomit. Kendra isn't surprised by what her stepmother has been doing and frowned. “Kendra, just come back.” Bianca held Kendra’s hand and gave a warm smile.