Cinderella Stepmother And Sisters Novels & Stories

"She said, 'Dear child, remain pious and good, and then God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you.' Then she closed her eyes and departed this life. The little girl went every day to her mother's grave and wept, and she remained pious and good." At first, Thea seemed wide awake, occasionally sniffling and commenting on the story. "Cinderella is so sad, losing her mother when she was so little. She's just like Thea, so unfortunate." "Cinderella was so kind—why did her stepmother and stepsisters have to be mean to her and hurt her?" "Thea doesn't want a stepmother. Stepmothers are all bad. Thea only wants Auntie. Auntie won't hurt Thea. Auntie is good

she shrieked. “Whom I didn’t need. Now fuck off before I slap your face till you forget your own name, you old hag.” I shoved her a little and turned toward the elevator, my steps confident, unwavering. It wasn’t nice to insult an elder, I knew that, but even evil people age, and Madeline was no different. As my stepmother, she had the same cruel grip as Cinderella’s stepmother, and I wouldn’t hesitate if I ever had to defend myself.

Leanna smiled and joked, "You two are sisters. You are proficient in everything and full of talent, while she always tries to take shortcuts and exploit loopholes. How can there be such a big difference in character? Were you two perhaps switched at the hospital?" I couldn't help but laugh and said, "The possibility of that is almost zero. It's too unrealistic." Leanna clicked her tongue and said, "Your mother is just like the stepmother in the fairy tale 'Cinderella'. She's so biased." I let out a soft sigh and said, "I don't understand, either." As we were talking, a waiter approached with a tray. On the tray were fresh orange juice and red wine. Leanna and I each took a glass of orange ju

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

“Okay, okay, if that will make you happy, I'll do just that.” “What?!” I gasped in shock watching Lady Diana. She turned towards me and made an irritated expression. “Well, you have always been unfortunate. We'll get rid of the child, but that doesn't stop you from getting married to Klaus, so get yourself prepared this evening.” My Stepmom and her daughter both left my room after saying this. I can't believe this, they are going to get rid of a child like it's trash, my child? I looked around me, I can't stay here. I need to escape from the mansion before evening comes.

I said in frustration. I took a deep breath and gathered all my courage before walking up to him. “Zayn…” I called him out and he looked up at me. “Guys, excuse me… It’s my dear stepsister” He said to his friends and walked up to me. “You need to stop this. This is not right. You are torturing these people” I said to him. “Really? So you are feeling bad for them?” He asked me crossing his arms against his chest.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

Carlotta said and adjusted my hairlocks before heading out of the room. “Don’t wear black, sister. You look like black widow.” He shouted. My eyes widened. He called her sister means she was the alpha’s sister and I disrespected her all the way? “You guessed it right, Cinderella. She is our cousin, the only girl in the family and we all love her very much, especially Giovanni is very protective of her. So, if you ever try to disrespect or hurt her then think twice because you’ll be the next to die.” He said with a smirk.

However, as expected, the beast kingdom had no interest in dealing with her. "We heard your crown princess is quite fond of those three. How can we interfere with that?" Mother gritted her teeth in fury. "Nonsense! I saw them forcibly abduct her with my own eyes." There was no further response from the other side, as if they could not be bothered with her. The rage made her physically ill, and she could only cry her heart out in her own chambers. "My poor Vee is so unlucky to have such a heartless sister who just stood by and watched them take her."

Even as Joey fumed, she found out that Sion was a vampire whose wealth could match nations, and so became jealous. Later on, Yoran mauled her to death in his madness under the full moon, allegedly tearing through her throat while the rest of her was left in pieces. As her resentment burgeoned, she became a vengeful spirit that haunted me endlessly after death, unhappy that the same sister she had treated so insignificantly was doing well. She was in denial. It only got worse as Sion clearly treated me well, where Yoran had treated her so coldly. He would bring me food and feed me every day, the handsome face under his mask breathing my name tenderly.