A Stepmother's Marchen Novels & Stories

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.

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

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

Or had I failed to scrub the floor properly this time? They marched forward at a relentless pace, heading straight for the pack house. What was happening? I wondered inwardly as onlookers cast dreadful, pity-filled glances in my direction, none of them daring to intervene. When they reached the pack house, the door was flung open, and I was shoved inside before it was slammed shut behind me. “What took you so long to bring this slut in here?” My stepmother’s sharp, venom-filled voice snapped me upright. I hurried to my feet and lowered my head immediately, my gaze fixed on the floor beneath me.

3: The Message “You’ve been wearing that face since morning,” my stepmother snapped. “Anyone would think you’re being forced into this marriage.” “ It feels like I am being forced…” I whispered “ What did you just say ?” My step mother , my two step sisters , Eliana and Mario alongside my father all ganged up against me in the dining table, just to scold me because I didn’t put on the act they wanted for the guest . “Nothing ….I am happy “

I was just trying to chase a fly that wasn’t going away. “I will go and think about it but I am coming back,” He mumbled like he just heard a rather crazy discovery but I didn’t care about what he meant because I was going to crush him till he couldn’t get up. I watched his car leave the compound and I walked into the room to meet my steps and my stepmother looked at me weirdly but I didn’t see my father in sight so I knew they were done pretending. “What was that for? Are you trying to act cute to your mate so that he can desire you more?” I heard my stepmother ask me and I scoffed seeing how she sees it.

"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.