Evil Stepmom Survival Guide Novels & Stories

She said, throwing her pity cards in her pathetic tone. I didn’t need anyone to tell me the type of person Eve was because I on the first hand knew her so well. Eve was so manipulative and deceptive and she could literally go to any extent to make sure she got what she wanted. One thing I’ll never leave for her like the rest is her trying to hurt those I love. I’ve left her all these years to do things as she pleases but she’ll see the other side of me if she tries to do anything to hurt my family.

As she was talking, she started walking back and worth, away from Noah, who didn't like it, he pouted and reached out his hands calling for his mama. Finishing the call, Maya turned around, to see Noah calling for her and losing his balance, almost falling to the ground, but she reached him before he hit the ground. "Rule number one, never leave your child on a counter." Maya said to herself, playing with Noah's nose, glad he was alright.

“Balance is an illusion. Power is taken.” She turned to me. “You'll play the remorseful son. The responsible former CEO stepped aside for the good of the company.” I nodded. “And behind the scenes?” “We destabilize,” mom said without hesitation. “We isolate. We wait.” I exhaled slowly. “And when he fails?” Mom's eyes gleamed. “We step back in. With clean hands.” I smirked. “What if he doesn't fail?” Mom looked at me, unblinking. “Everyone fails eventually. We just have to make sure the fall is spectacular.”

"I can do it. I can hear just you. You're worried. You're scared. You're remembering Phoenix. You're thinking I'm like him." "You are like him," I said. "You're connected. You're nexus. You're powerful. But you're also you. You're Eva. You're three years old. You're learning. And Grandma is going to help you. Just like I helped your daddy. Just like I helped everyone. I'm going to teach you control. Teach you boundaries. Teach you how to be connected without being overwhelmed. Okay?" "Okay, Grandma," Eva said. Trusting. Innocent. Three years old and carrying weight that should break her.

"Right! Cauterizing it with a hot iron will stop the bleeding!" Mom hurried into the kitchen cheerfully. A moment later, she came out carrying an iron pot with a glowing, red-hot bottom. Watching the pot move closer, Grayson finally realized that he was nothing more than a helpless victim at her mercy. He broke down, begging, "Mom, I'm a monster. I was wrong. I deserve to die. Please let me die. I'll go to hell and make atonements to Beatrice there. Just give me a quick end."

"Mom! I know I messed up! I've been trying to make things right! Please, help me! I don't want to go to prison!" Without a moment's hesitation, I struck her twice across the face. "What was going through your mind when you took those pills to deform your baby? Did you feel any guilt at all when you bribed that mentally ill patient to stab Jeremy? "When you realized I might expose the truth and attempted to kill me, did you stop for even a single moment to think about the mother-daughter bond we shared? "How dare you claim that you've realized your mistakes now? It seems to me that you're just afraid of dying!"

I stopped talking because I couldn't come up with a better lie. "End it." She finally makes a move, dropping her leather bag on the counter. "What?" I raised my eyebrows at my mum. "You heard me, you are at a loss let me rephrase that you are going to be at a loss. They both will leave your ass." "Besides, if you are going to cheat do it with class, not with your husband's brother, worse he doesn't even have money, he is living off his brother." Wow! Typical mum, always after the monetary aspect.

“If you couldn’t introduce me to a woman within three months, I’ll find one for you.” A mother? Why would Caleb need a mother? He grew up well without needing a mother and he was sure that his son would be the same. He did not need a woman who would always see his son as a threat. His son would not need anyone aside from him and he would prove that to his old man. While walking back towards his office, Callum remembered what Bea told her. He realized that it would be better if he could grow closer to his son and prove to his father that they did not need anyone to be a part of their family.

] "Okay, I believe in you. let's just keep it that way and take care of Evie." ["Can I tell them?"] ["Tell them? What?"] ["If they know that you can talk like this, it would be good for you, right?"] ["It would be dangerous. That's what it would be. If anyone besides them starts knowing about this..."] ["They're already keeping in secret the fact that you are reading and crawling when you aren't even one year old- besides, you've been reading their minds for a long time now, you should know if they're trustworthy or not."]

Eva continued, “I’m immortal too, and I’ve got all the time I need to rid the galaxy of him. All the time I need to remove and undo the damage that he’s done. Not just to these people and anyone he’s killed, but to you, and to Mia. And all your brothers and sisters.” Callie could only gurgle up blood in response to Eva. She felt her legs go numb as they buckled under her weight. She grabbed on to Eva’s arm as her body slowly slid downward. Most importantly, despite the pain in her heart, she felt lightened. Freed. “And if I were you,” Eva said quietly, “I recommend breaking free of your Father. Otherwise, the only thing you’re destined to do with every life you’ve got is to lose it over and