Bad Stepmother Cast Novels & Stories

Karen's stepmother told her daughter, Jamie. "Argh." Jamie groaned in anger. "She always gets the best positions and roles while we are just all reremainingpectators," Jamie said with rage. "That is not a problem because it will be short-lived just like her mother." Karen's stepmother said scornfully. "How do you mean mother?" Jamie asked her mother, Emilia. "Okay, I will explain everything to you." Jamie's mother told Karen's stepsister. "Now ask yourself these questions…" Jamie's mother started.

"...go home, will you?" Swatting away Elsa's hand, I stood from the couch, making a move to leave. Just as I turned the corner, my stepfather grunted, the sound deep and mocking. "I told you she won't be so easily fooled. You both just made a joke out of yourselves by groveling." "How are we supposed to know she grew heartless within these few years?", stepmother huffed. "She'd happily oblige if we had done this sooner but Elsa insisted we treat her the hard way. Fucking useless."

“But—” “Honestly, after so many years, you’d think she’d have learned how to do it by now.” The harsh, refined voice that spoke immediately made me tense. Victoria—Luna of Moonstone, as well as Sarah’s mother… and my stepmother, if she could be called that—glared at me with utter disdain. “What a pathetically useless mutt our little Maeve is.” Useless mutt…

Now she realized how despicably vile he truly was. She never expected him to stoop so low as to threaten her with her own biological mother..." Faced with Lorneauxs' indifference, Claire's obsidian eyes appeared dark and despairing. Her only weakness was her mother, who had toiled for most of her life and finally found happiness. How could Claire bring herself to ruin it? Lorneauxs had clearly seized upon her vulnerability. "Feels good. Can't be bothered to change," he said, his lips sensual, his expression elusive.

I had no idea when a tear rolled down my cheek. “I have no idea how they got in here! Security!!!!” I recognised that voice to be Don Travous. “I told you their dresses were fake. She is definitely the real gold digger.” Admits the loud mumbles, I clearly heard this statement from behind me. “She bewitched him. That’s what she does for a living. Trust me, I’m her stepmother. I know her better than anyone.” My mom explained but no one was having it. The guests were throwing glares and judging looks our way.

The stepmother looked smug and said, "I'm not afraid of him at all. He's just a loser under our control." Alaric was extremely worried. "Nathan has already found out about what the two of us did. It seems like he won't let us off the hook." Just now, the stepmother, who was as steady as a mountain, suddenly became as fragile as a willow in the wind, trembling intensely. "We have a son, what are we afraid he will do?" The stepmother's momentum was not inferior, but she spoke in a fragmented and incoherent manner. Alaric wearily leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

"I bet they make you crawl. Make you service them on your knees like the little whore you are." "Stop—" "How long do you think you'll last?" My stepmother tilted her head, studying me like I was an insect. "We had a bet, you know. I gave you three months before you end up like their other wives. Dead and buried." "I said six months," Luna added. "You always were tougher than you looked. So fucking stubborn." "The year's not over yet," my stepmother said, her smile vicious and cold. "Plenty of time for you to join your whore mother in the ground. I wonder if they'll even bother to bury you, or if they'll just toss your body in a ditch somewhere."

Zoe instantly had a bad feeling upon hearing that name, and her intuition proved correct a few seconds later when the woman called by Grayford turned around. Emily, Wolf's stepmother, was known to Zoe. A stepmother who is even crueler than Cinderella's. Her face, already quite beautiful yesterday, became even more beautiful with exquisite makeup and a stunning dress. With a sweet smile, the woman walked toward her. Zoe groaned inwardly, regretting being so happy to get the extra payment. Apparently, the job she was doing today really had to be extra special—there was a new burden because she had to meet the insane psychopathic woman.

THEY MET BY COINCIDENCE AVERY'S POV "You sat there while she insulted mom! Really, father?" I scream, almost raising the roof down after my witch stepmother; lady Beatrice insulted me and my late mother before leaving the room. I call her a step-witch because a mother can't behave this way. All she did ever since the day she got married to my father was to maltreat me.

That the leader and supreme that had acted and led them all along was a witch in reality. “Don’t worry, Romaine. I will take care and continue all your legacy in the coven, in the Fortress,” Roz said with a saccharine smile. “And ohh,” She added. “Thank you for being my stepmother anyway. I envy Maebh for being a child to a generous mother, like you.” Rozelyn should be awarded for her excellent sarcasm. “Goodbye.” The emerald-eyed Thaumaturge directed it to the woman whom she knew as her stepmother, and to the billionaire’s daughter who had been a witch all along.