A Stepmother's Marchen Novels & Stories

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!"

As he read the numbers, his face went ghostly pale. He had always run the company on a debt-driven model. It was a double-edged sword. I had simply turned it against him. His hand shook as he pointed at me, still trying to lash out. “You… Lexie, you worthless brat!” I knocked his hand away and slapped him across the face. “Yeah, I’m just a worthless brat! I watched you marry a heartless housekeeper and make her my stepmother. I watched you turn your back on me and Mom!

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.

“ Okay…’’ I tried to speak. “ What kind? And how is that possible? Who cast a spell on him?’’ “ your stepmother.’’ Now that was new. “What do you mean?’’ “ I mean that your step mother is a witch. Just like the woman in the dungeons. She is not only responsible for trying to be with my cousin and making him fall in love with your stepsister…’’ “Wait, wait, what are you talking about?’’ I got up from the bed as I brought my fingers over my hair feeling rather frustrated and confused. it didn't make sense. I felt as if I was bombarded with a lot of information that I just couldn't know how to handle. Everything was happening too quickly and everything was going wrong. “I have lived with my ste

Hell is a big place after all. Getting a new signal like a tickle crawling on my skin, I quickly left the thoughts of those things that seemed irrelevant at that point and fully went for the new mothers. My eyes were tightly shut as I chanted line by line of the tests in the grimoire that I thought would help clean what they had done. And while I did so, flashes of the thrashing mothers filled the air. "Why would this happen to them all of a sudden?" "I don't know what the pack must have done to bring forth such. My stepmother is still in the same kind of pain right now and it seems as if her stomach would explode soon."

“Crooked nose?” “You did not see it?” she asked. “It bends to the left like it is tired of standing straight.” Despite how tired I was, I let out a small breath that could have been a laugh. Then I took the cup of water from her tray. “My stepmother is here,” I said quietly. Paula froze. “Here?” “Yes.” She lowered her voice immediately. “With your stepsister too?” “Yes.” She pressed her lips together. “They went to the Queen Mother first,” I added.

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"