Bad Stepmother Cast Novels & Stories

"That’s funny. You weren't worried about the press when you were swapping spit with your stepmother in a café. You weren't worried about the press when you brought her into our home!" The crowd gasps. A few whispers ripple through the onlookers. "Stepmother?" "Is that Georgia Newton?" Deckard’s face pales. He looks around at the gathered crowd, his jaw tightening so hard I hear the bone creak. "Shut up, Syd. You're making a scene."

My evil stepmother and spoiled brat older stepbrother. Their faces were twisted into matching cruel smirks. The air in the room seemed to thicken, the temperature dropping several degrees. I forced myself to breathe, to remain composed. “What do you two want?” I asked, my voice colder than I intended. Delilah’s smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes. “Is that any way to talk to your mother, Adrian?” “You’re not my mother,” I corrected, my voice flat. “You never were, and you never will be. You’re just my evil stepmother.”

Cameron probably had a lot of women around him, but I had never heard him plan to marry any of them. A stepmother meant something different to a child. In fairy tales, the stepmother would often be the villain who caused the princess trouble. As such, it was not surprising for kids to not like their stepmothers. Even though I was curious, I did not ask Rachel what kind of woman Cameron intended to marry. I did not want to upset her. I held her hand and said, “Shall we go out and play?”

"You want to be with me that badly?" Sammy nodded instinctively, then quickly shook her head. "N-No, no. Roy, please, I was wrong! I'll apologize to Penny! I'll take Linda far away. We'll never bother you again!" Roy smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "She doesn't want me anymore," he murmured, almost to himself. "She's my stepmother now." He laughed then—a hollow, broken sound. "You want to be with me, don't you?" His voice was unnervingly calm. "Then I'll grant your wish."

I looked away quickly and stepped onto the runway before I would do something stupid. I started my walk and I felt the stage light hit me, dragging all attention to me. Then I saw the front row. The Blackwell family section. Marcus's mother sat there, Natalia Blackwell. Those sharp eyes that had always made me feel small, shameful and pitiful. It felt like time slowed down as she turned her head to me and her eyes widened— then she gasped so loud that people turned to stare at her. I smiled and kept walking. At least there was no Marcus. Even though deep inside my mind I felt something wasn't right. Like something was going to eventually happen. I pushed the thought behind my head and contin

Her stepmother stood a few steps away, holding her glass of wine, her expression calm… almost amused. “Do you really think you’re that important?” she asked. The words were quiet. But they hit hard. Elara’s brows pulled together. “What did you say?” Her stepmother took a step closer. “I asked,” she repeated, tilting her head slightly, “do you really think you deserve everything just because your late mother left you here?” Elara froze. Something inside her chest tightened painfully. “My mother” “That woman,” her stepmother cut in smoothly, “was weak. And look at you… you turned out just the same.”

"Good. Now, you say your mother sent you. Did you whore of a mother come back to life and request a cake?" I raised my head and watched the scrawny man from under my lashes. His wife had been snatched by the chief. He was depressed and sad. So I didn't hate him for the cruel words he said to me. I understood him. "I am sorry, my stepmother. Catherine Howard," I said. "Oh, Catherine..." He dragged the name over his tongue as he searched the cupboards like my stepmother's name was the beacon he needed to find the cake faster. "Aahh!" He exclaimed.

Oh my goodness. I felt weak in the knees after what I just heard, poor Vanessa has just been duped. Mathew is just a snake. A fucking bastard! He only deceived her. Oh my goodness. Raquel came into the pack just for this. She’s only here for Mathew. Is she even Jake’s sister? Is she even William’s daughter because she sure as hell is exhibiting his disgusting behavior. Oh goodness, I’m about to be sick.

“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.

Lana said again, her pretty face showing that she's still not believing what Nora was saying. Nora wanted to say something but footsteps caught their attention, they all looked towards the stairs when they saw the approaching person, Nora's eyes revealed an expression but masked it immediately but Emily and Lana loudly gasped, they couldn't believe what they were seeing, since their life they can swore that they haven't seen anyone that's this...