A Stepmother's Marchen Novels & Stories

“Mother retracted the proposal?” The mocking glint in my eyes might have hinted Alexei that I couldn’t believe what he just said. He straightened his back and raised his eyebrow. “Mother is not the evil stepmother in your story, Cinderella. She might have made a mistake in her judgement to marry you off to Simon Langston, but she doesn’t wish to harm you.” I grinned at Alexei, and just like that, the anxiety inside me vanished. “And the Langstons? They hate us now?” I asked Alexei.

Sloane stays silent beside him, a thousand yard stare lighting her eyes in the window glass. Am I being kidnapped by my stepfather? Why isn't anyone saying anything?! This will be a very good time to die, but the universe must really hate me already. ********* By the time the Cross mansion comes into view, I've counted exactly seventeen reasons to run and absolutely nowhere to go. My fingers are trembling so badly that I tuck them between my thighs and tell myself that I'm overreacting. If he wants to hurt me, his house will be the last place to do it. My mother will never let him. That's the one thing she's good at.

I said, my voice cold and unfamiliar, even to my own ears. The executioners showed no mercy, wrenching their arms back and lashing them to the rough wooden stakes. My stepmother coughed, spitting out a mouthful of silt, her viper-like eyes darting up to find me on the dais. Even now, she tried to use that hollow arrogance to shield herself. "You Northern monster... You cold-blooded bastard—" I let out a soft, sharp laugh and stood up, slowly descending the steps of the dais. The rhythm of my boots was a countdown to their extinction.

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.

Lydia could not forget the slap of the morning, she could feel like she held a grudge against her stepmother. “Ma… She smells like meat…” commented Sofia “Lydia!!” screamed the stepmother “Where have you been for the whole while??? Where are you running to until this late night??” A thunder jolted the whole villa, to show the power and anger of mother nature, as well as the anger of her stepmother. A large crack echoed across the room as the lightning returned the thunder’s call, when all of their faces reflected the silver light. Raindrops continued their ravage on the earth, ripping cruelly at the ground and whistling angrily through the trees.

Napangiti lalo si Mama at pati yung babae sa tabi niya. "I am Bernardo, Father ng Step Father mo, siya naman ang asawa kong si Elizabeth, at ang bunsong anak namin na si Lizzy." Pakilala nito sa mga kasama na agad kong kakamayan sana pero niyakap nila ako. "Nice to meet you po," sabi ko sa kanila. Nung babae na ang yumakap sa akin, parang ayaw na ako nitong bitawan.

They were so close that they looked really annoying in my eyes. Dad seemed to be holding her hand. Meanwhile, my stepmother was busy twisting Dad's fingers while leaning back. I was sick of looking at them. I twisted my mind ninety degrees. I convinced myself that my relationship with Andreas would definitely win. I would make this very crucial issue work in my favor. If they could make out so proudly, why couldn't Andreas and I? With quickened steps, I climbed the stairs to the second floor. However, my footwear, quite noisy due to the clash with the tiled floor, made my father and stepmother turn their heads. They both spotted me walking towards my room.

he was about to leave when he saw the girl's eyes were on him, her eyes were captivating and filled with lust, her face so charming as she moaned, Tyler's eyes were on hers too, she's exactly his type, from every angle and part of her body, her voice was to his liking too. He looked at her one more time and left, it was true that she was his type but there was one huge wall blocking the way, and that's she is married to his dad, she is his fucking stepmom, and he doesn't believe in any god but that moment he cursed every god there is in existence, his dick was still hard but he ignored it and went to his room, he undressed and hit the shower, water cascades his body washing away both the bar

” she said with a victorious smile. “So in a nutshell, to save momma of little waif Marcellus, Hades had to give part of her life essence to the goddess of spring, life and birth. And guess who is that, my dear…son? “Oh, you got it, tah-dah, it is me, your stepmother! That means that now step-mommy has more of your mother's life essence than you. That also means that your mommy’s life and death are in control of your stepmommy, and she will continue to live in her plant form only if stepmommy allows it. Because you see, if I break this little capsule now, momma Minthe will cease to exist, even in that miserable plant form that she currently is.

I said in a tiny voice, begging her… pleading with her to change her mind… begging her to see reason, marrying Antonio would be the biggest insult to my father. “Ugh! You are so spoilt Delancy! I told your father to stop pampering you but he wouldn’t listen luckily he is no longer here to protect you and now I am going to do what I want with you.” My stepmother said with an evil glare on her face, I flinched in fear. “Lock her up in the dungeon, give her no food or water until she is more willing to marry the kind Mister Antonio.” My stepmother, the now Dogara (a title for the Alpha’s mother) of Tombury said to the guards.