A Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

” she said with a victorious smile. “So in a nutshell, to save momma of little waif Marcellus, Hades had to give part of her life essence to the goddess of spring, life and birth. And guess who is that, my dear…son? “Oh, you got it, tah-dah, it is me, your stepmother! That means that now step-mommy has more of your mother's life essence than you. That also means that your mommy’s life and death are in control of your stepmommy, and she will continue to live in her plant form only if stepmommy allows it. Because you see, if I break this little capsule now, momma Minthe will cease to exist, even in that miserable plant form that she currently is.

But none of that mattered. Rather his face hardened almost immediately. “No, Charlotte. I meant what I said. What we’ve been doing is a big mistake that shouldn’t repeat itself again. I’m trying to protect us. All of us.” His voice came out rough, almost angry. He stepped back like I was a plaque. “Go to your room.” Ouch! I have always had whatever I wanted but this one thing that gave me joy, Auntie Maria stood in my way. If she wasn’t here, I’d still be fucking my step father and my mom would never suspect.

As much as I hated admitting it, I had no choice but to tell him the truth. "Bryce and I have been together for eight years. I gave birth to his son, but he wants to keep the child and get rid of me, the mother. He wants Selina to become my son's mother. I refuse to let them have their way, so that's why I need someone powerful enough to protect me." Derrick raised an eyebrow and said, "You do realize that I'm legally Bryce's father, and his uncle by blood. If you marry me and register your child as mine, you'll become Bryce's stepmother, and your son will become his younger brother.

Slipping through halls, she found an old service passage that twisted into forgotten corners. Voices stopped her. She hid in the shadows, heart racing. “…Please, Kieran,” a woman begged. “Let’s do it tonight. Sergei’s gone for months.” Her robe slid from her shoulders. Avery gagged silently. The woman was old enough to be his mother. Kieran’s voice was icy. “You’re disgusting, stepmother. Go screw your sons.” Avery’s eyes widened. Stepmother?! Something shifted under her foot, and it clattered loudly. The woman gasped.

“They’ll be jealous? Or bitter about how close I am to my stepsister?” The word burned. Stepsister. My cheeks flared, blood rising too fast. “You’re an asshole,” I spat, and yet my gaze stayed locked on his. He didn’t blink. “Jason is waiting,” I reminded myself out loud, as if the name would save me. “He’s waiting for me.” Ian scoffed. “Jason? That idiot couldn’t keep you entertained if he were the last man on Earth. All he’s got are dumb jokes and zero bite.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “We laugh. That’s more than I can say about you and your ‘bite.’”

I shot back without even glancing at him. Everyone had decided to ruin my day, and that stubborn brat made it even worse. I had thought Sarah said she’s a sweet, obedient girl, but now I wasn’t even sure she was the same one I’d liked that night. Well, not that she exactly showed a ‘good girl’ vibe God. Don’t even think about it, Thane. Rachel’s way below your league, and she’s your damn stepsister. The elevator dinged. I stepped out and made my way to my office.

A magnificent mansion, elegantly adorned bedrooms, and a graceful Claire Davis gazing at her refined reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. Her features were delicate, and her eyes were as dark as black grapes, brimming with vitality. Claire silently observed her own reflection for a while before standing up. Dressed in a light blue sweetheart neckline gown, she descended the staircase slowly. Today was her mother's wedding, and she was the bridesmaid. As she turned the corner of the staircase platform, pacing back and forth, Claire collided with the groomsman—her new stepbrother and her stepfather's eldest son, Lysander.

"Are we going to stand here all day? Aren't we going in?" Marco chuckled and started the car. "You're right. Let's go in." ~~~ After they got out of the car, they made their way to the mansion's back garden, where the family was already waiting. The moment Marcello caught sight of Silvia, his stepmother, from a distance, he slowed his steps and froze, as if unable to move forward. Memories of the past surged through his mind, and Silvia stood at the center of them, the villain of his story.

"Liora!" A sharp, grating voice pierced through the quiet air from behind me, causing my blood to instantly run cold. I froze mid-stride, my heart leaping into my throat. Slowly, reluctantly, I turned around to face the gravel path leading toward the outer perimeter wall. Two figures were marching toward me, their faces twisted into expressions of absolute malice. It was my stepmother, Sarah, and my stepsister, Evelyn. They were dressed in cheap, flashy furs that they couldn't afford, their heels clicking loudly against the stones.