A Stepmother's Marchen Novels & Stories

Her distressed and anxious pheromones clouding the room. “You aren’t my sister. You are William’s daughter. There’s a difference. I will never be a brother to you. You’re nothing but a wolf that murdered a pup. A despicable wolf such as yourself should not be allowed to walk freely and so, I will punish you for what you’ve done.” Jake says, looking into her eyes before kicking her hand away from him. “Take her away.” He say to the guards. The dragged her away and just like Matthew, her yells fading away just as they dragged her.

“It’s been six years since your wife died. Your son needed a mother.” Callum scoffed. Right, that was the type of mindset that his father died. Just like what he did when his mother died when he was six years old, he wanted another woman to join the family just to expand his connections. “I don’t think my son would need a mother. Especially if his stepmother would be a woman like the one you brought home when I was young.” He might sound bitter but he did not care. He would not let Caleb experience the things that he experienced when his father married another woman and bore another son.

He disconnected. God. I placed a palm on my forehead. How unfortunate am I to be created this way? “What's wrong? You look as if you got bad news. Did anything happen in your family?” “Hmm.” I nodded. “My stepmother fell from the stairs on her way to a meeting.” As if heavens can be that merciful. If only this were to be the case. I wish the fall will lead to her untimely death, then I will dance on her grave until someone pulls me out.

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.

“I… I can’t do this. You can’t force me to marry someone like that.” My stepmother’s eyes flashed with impatience. “Force you?” she echoed, her voice rising slightly. “You think we’re forcing you? You have one week to find a man of your choice. After that, you’ll marry the man we choose.” She let out a dry laugh, as though my protest was utterly foolish. “I won’t do it!” I finally found my voice, a surge of desperation rising up in my chest. “I can’t marry a stranger. I can’t—”

He looks nervous, I narrow my eyes at him, sighing as his shoulders droop. “Your stepmother and sister have arrived” Of course they have, fucking vultures. My stepmother is a piece of work, and unfortunately my sister seems to be a mini version of her mother. “Thank you, Bjorn, please as the wolf Queen or the witch to come to sit with Emerald” he nods and leaves me with my little sleeping wolf.

The moment the words left my mouth, she shifted in her seat, her body tensing. Regret hit me instantly. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up. I was about to tell her to forget it—to let it go—when she spoke. “You wouldn’t believe what my stepmother did,” she said, her voice tight. “She’s trying to marry you off to my stepsister.” I coughed, caught completely off guard. “What do you mean?” I asked, frowning. “She wants me to have two wives? Two half-sisters?” I shook my head. “That’s… very weird.”

That night, Mason finally returned home. He stood framed in the doorway, reeking of cheap alcohol, every part of him reeked of Olivia’s unmistakable scent —night jasmine, white musk, and a lingering trace of silver leaf. It was a scent widely known for its powerful aphrodisiac effects. It was easy to picture the passionate scene he had with his step-mother. The moment Mason stepped inside, he spotted me seated on the couch, engrossed in a book. He grinned and outstrip his arms for an embrace. But this time, I calmly, deliberately, pushed him away.

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?

"Your mother was a means to an end. She was a woman of low appetites and high debts. She was easy to manage. Easy to buy." "You used her," I whispered, the weight of the betrayal hitting me again. "You sat at our table, you kissed her cheek, you called yourself my stepfather... and all the time you were just waiting for her to die?" "I didn't wait for her to die, Elara. I waited for her to fail," he corrected, his voice as sharp as the knife in his hand. "And she failed spectacularly. She gambled away your inheritance in a basement in Macau. She signed over your guardianship to settle a debt with a man who would have sold you to the highest bidder in a heartbeat. I didn't steal you. I saved