A Stepmother's Marchen 소설 & 이야기

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 heard footsteps descending the stairs, lighter this time, followed by a cruel, familiar laugh. “Oh, you’re still alive,” my stepmother’s voice said, filled with disdain. “Good riddance, I say.” I managed to lift my head slightly, blinking through the haze. She stood at the base of the stairs, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips curled into a scornful smile. “What a waste,” she muttered, shaking her head. “You couldn’t even do one thing right. You had a chance—a chance to be something, to get out of our lives for good. But no, you had to ruin everything, didn’t you?”

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.

A magnificent mansion, elegantly adorned bedrooms, and a graceful Claire Davis gazing at her refined reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. Her features were delicate, and her eyes were as dark as black grapes, brimming with vitality. Claire silently observed her own reflection for a while before standing up. Dressed in a light blue sweetheart neckline gown, she descended the staircase slowly. Today was her mother's wedding, and she was the bridesmaid. As she turned the corner of the staircase platform, pacing back and forth, Claire collided with the groomsman—her new stepbrother and her stepfather's eldest son, Lysander.

“We’ll make time.” Determination set in Diego’s eyes as he turned toward the door. “Then we leave now.” *** The journey through the dense forest was grueling. Shadows stretched unnaturally beneath the moonlight, whispering threats with every gust of wind. A cold wind snaked through the trees, carrying with it whispers that slithered into their ears—half-formed words, ghostly warnings. Henry, barely able to walk on his own, leaned heavily on Xavier for support. The deeper they went, the more the weight of the darkness pressed upon them, like unseen hands trying to drag them under.

"Are we going to stand here all day? Aren't we going in?" Marco chuckled and started the car. "You're right. Let's go in." ~~~ After they got out of the car, they made their way to the mansion's back garden, where the family was already waiting. The moment Marcello caught sight of Silvia, his stepmother, from a distance, he slowed his steps and froze, as if unable to move forward. Memories of the past surged through his mind, and Silvia stood at the center of them, the villain of his story.

The next day, in the early morning, the big field was already bustling with people. Conversations filled the air as everyone gathered in groups, eagerly awaiting the commencement of the first test. Today marked Leanor's first opportunity to embark on a journey in search of homeless werewolves, and she was filled with anticipation. Curiosity got the better of her as she turned to Raina and asked, "What is it like in the forest? Is it dangerous? Are there wild werewolves or other animals?"