A Stepmother's Marchen Novels & Stories

“Let’s leave things at that, children. You have all the time to show your concern for each other when you get married,” my stepmother said, ending with a laugh so loud it was obvious that it was fake. I flinched in pain when her nails tore through my skin, as blood trailed down. “No mother,” Xavier spoke up abruptly. “I have to make sure my future wife is settled,” he sighed. My eyes narrowed wondering what game he was playing at now. And what exactly brought this change in his heart.

Kayla and Gavin replied story…. “” Once upon a time, in a small village, lived a little brother and a sister along with their stepmother. The siblings were very loving and always cared for each other. The stepmother, who lived with them, did not love the children; in fact, she was a witch who had evil intentions. One day, disheartened by the mistreatment and scolding, the boy decided to leave the village with his sister. Since our own loving mother's death, we have not had one happy hour; our stepmother mistreats us every day," the young brother lamented, taking his sister's hand in his. “Come, let us run away from home,” the brother said.

raised my head and nodded in affirmation, “You know ever since I lost Emilia it's not been easy for me, and after I left the orphanage, I came to my father's house to continue with another terrible experience,” He said, I gazed at him in pity and shock, “What do you mean?” I asked, sitting up in curiosity. “My step mother,” He said, shifting his gaze to the paintings behind his desk, hung on the wall. “She was a demon, her and my step sisters.” He said, anger slipped through his words, his expression read pain. “She dealt with you like the nuns?” I said, my heart melted, I felt his pain, uncontrollably, tears welled up in my eyes, He tore out the soft tissue paper and handed them over to me

“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.

her stepmother replied callously, her words dripping with disdain. Mara's mind raced as she tried to make sense of her stepmother's twisted logic. She felt trapped between her loyalty to her husband and her desire to break free from her suffocating circumstances. But as her stepmother revealed her devious plan to drug Ethan, Mara's resolve hardened. She refused to be complicit in such a vile scheme, no matter the tempting offer of money. "I won't do it," Mara declared firmly, her voice trembling with defiance. "I won't betray Ethan, and I won't stoop to your level of deceit and manipulation."

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

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.

Taylor demanded. “Because men are foolish creatures,” my stepmother replied smoothly. “The moment a woman stops begging for their attention, they suddenly become interested.” Taylor let out a frustrated sigh. “So what do we do?” My stepmother didn’t answer immediately. I could practically hear her thinking. Then she spoke again. “We remove the problem.” Taylor’s voice lowered. “You mean Astrid.” “Yes.” “And how exactly do we do that?” Another pause. Then my stepmother said something that made my stomach tighten.

"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.