A Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

his secretary’s squeaky voice stammered through the intercom. “What?” he growled. “Uh…your mother called.” “STEP-mother,” he corrected her, rubbing at his temple again. His stepmother, a thirty-year-old actress wannabe was a gold-digging whore who only married his father for the sake of money. And she was close to making her dream come true. His father went senile a year after they got married and she’d somehow manipulated his old man to change his will. If he didn’t act sooner, his family legacy and Winters Architecture, the country’s biggest and most influential architectural firm would fall into the hands of an airhead.

“Did you miss me?” Her auburn hair darkens. Her face shifts, aging slightly. And suddenly I’m staring at my stepmother—the woman who died when Alistair attacked our pack. Except she’s not dead. She’s very, very alive. And she’s a witch. “No,” I breathe, my legs going weak. “No, this can’t…” “I’ve been playing you all like puppets,” Kate, my stepmother, continues, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Orchestrating every tragedy, every betrayal, every death.”

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

But what struck me was how my mother, too, seemed compelled to join them, like she couldn't resist inserting herself into whatever was about to unfold. "Hi Lance!" she called out, her voice artificially sweet. "Aren't you going to introduce me to the beautiful lady beside you?" I saw Sylvia reach Lance before my mother could. She was poised, graceful, her presence undeniable. Lance laughed in that boyish way of his, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Oh, Sylvia. Meet Marriane, my stepmother. Marriane, this is Sylvia. She's... a friend." I watched Sylvia's expression shift slightly. She raised an eyebrow and extended a hand toward my mother, but her words came with a teasing sting. "A f

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.

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.

Interest. "Kavan," Mathias explained, "this is Autumn. "My mate." Kavan's eyes expanded. He looked from me to Mathias, then back again. I witnessed the moment it clicked. The disdain that appeared on his face. "Your mate?" Kavan's voice sounded deep. Rich. It sent goosebumps down my spine. "How... interesting." Mathias frowned. "Yes, well. I expect you to show her respect. "She's your stepmother now." Kavan curled his lips into a smile. It was all teeth. Predatory.

My voice cracked as anger replaced my despair. She chuckled. "Of course, we did. What did you expect? I wasn’t about to let you walk out of here and live the life your mother never could. My Sofia deserves everything, and you deserve nothing." Tears streamed down my face as I rose to my feet. "What did my mother ever do to you? What did I ever do to you?" "She existed," my stepmother said coldly. "And you’re just a constant reminder of her. Every time I look at you, I see her smug face. But don’t worry, it won’t be for much longer. Soon, you’ll be gone for good."

He made it clear he wouldn't be attending the wedding. “She’s not going to be getting married, apparently,” my stepmother said, her words making my heart leap in panic. I turned to see her entering the room with an evil grin, which quickly turned into a look of disgust. “This filth is useless; she couldn't even keep a man. I just got word that her fiancé ran away with her best friend,” she sneered. Pausing for effect, she added, “It seems she will have to raise a bastard child in the pack now. What an absolute disgrace.”

This was what made me know that I didn't escape from him. Yara, my stepmother hissed badly. It seems she wasn't pleased by it. As far as I know, if she has set her mind on something she definitely will go at any length to get what she wants and I know I could not escape from her. . Her tiny voice was like nails on a chalkboard as she spouted out hardly.