A Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

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.

She called out, grabbing my father's arm. Getting married, giving birth to a male heir, is that only I can do? No, I can't show my emotions. Weaknesses are not allowed. I tried to keep myself calm, hiding my shaking hand. “If you want me to do my job properly, then do yours-” My words were cut short when I had a sharp stinging pain on my right cheek, my stepmother's face filled with horror before worry gushed over her evergreen face as she ran up to me.

Instead, my life was a tragic soap opera where I play the role of least favourite daughter. Father treats me like an inconvenience, My stepmother hate me and My half-brother — Don't even get me started on that walking disaster. The cherry on top is that I'm being forced into a political marriage with the Crescent Moon Pack's Alpha, a man famous known for treating women like they were disposable napkins. I tired to protest. Really, I did. “You should be greatful, Aria.” My stepmother, Maria, had said to me this morning. “Not many Alpha's will accept a weak little wolf like you.”

A woman should never be Don. I saw my stepmother come down the stairs, tomas firmly in her grip, “I wish you would stay away from my family, but alas here we are once again Ariana” my stepmother said as she walked towards me. I looked down at tomas, he looked sickly, and he averted my gaze, “hi tomas” I smiled but he wouldn't look at me, my stepmother laughed. “He knows what you did, you stupid whore” she mentioned and my heart started to beat anxiously.

The memories from the conversation with my stepmother began to flood back, and I felt myself slipping into that terrible moment again, replaying her words in my mind as they resurfaced in painful clarity. Flashback I recalled the way my stepmother had looked at me—her gaze predatory, filled with a cruel satisfaction that sent chills down my spine. She had smiled as if savoring a long-awaited victory, her voice a cold whisper. “You were lucky back then, you know?” she said, her tone almost playful. “Those three rogue wolves… they should’ve killed you. Imagine my disappointment when they failed and you somehow escaped to this pack.” The realization of her intent hit me hard. “The rogues… You s

“I refused to let you mark me, and also refused to run away with you. You felt rejected, so you decided to hook up with your chosen mate to feel wanted. I totally get it.” “No, no, I would never do that to you. I don’t even like her!” “I’m not mad, Theo. You were just fulfilling your obligations as the prince of Castillo Tribe. As your stepmother, I’m very proud of the step that you’ve taken.” Stepmother? Was this some sort of joke? “It may seem as though my peace around here has been compromised as well. I’ll leave now, and I would appreciate it if you do not follow me.” Even if I wanted to follow her, that thought died immediately when she showed that creepy smile again.

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.

Roman POV It's her! I knew she was here the moment I walked into this house. It was confusing at first until…now. After all these years, she's as beautiful as the first time I saw her. "Roman," Cherry's high-pitched voice sliced through my thoughts. "Meet my stepmother, my father's old little trophy, Astra." Step- what? Did I hear that correctly? This has to be a sick joke. I looked from Astra to Lucien. She married this old skunk?

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.

Lousia turns around to look at me, her eyes narrowed, but then her mouth stretches into a wicked grin. “Ah, here she is.” In a flash, they move toward me. I don’t even get the full phrase out as I ask, “What’s happening?” With no response, I’m grabbed by two of the men and dragged forward, my screams cut off by my impact with the floor at the smaller man’s feet. “She’s quite thin,” he says with a look of disgust, the toe of his boot hooking under my chin and forcing me to look upright. “This winter has been hard on the whole pack, I’m afraid,” my stepmother says with a click of her tongue.