Evil Stepsister Novels & Stories

Natasha is clinging to his arm like a leech. Aiden removed her hands from around his and took a step away from her. He looked at her squarely in her eyes. "Are you thick? Or are you dumb? No, you must be desperate. That is what this is. Isn't it? I told you to count fewer times that I am not interested in you. I used to use your body when I feel like it. But now, I don't even want you to touch me. You disgust me. Your presence, your behavior, everything disgusts me. Now if you come and beg me like this ever again, then don't blame me for my actions" Aiden snapped at her.

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

No, Valkyr was better avoided at all cost. She could turn to the witch for a location spell and fetch her wayward sister home by herself. She sensed the witch wouldn’t appreciate being approached for yet another spell when she hadn’t even completed the one she’d been commissioned to do. She’d heard rumors of the tantrums Sybil was prone to throw and the damage they often did to those who caused those tantrums, but it was still the lesser of the three evils. She chose going to Sybil.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

He promised himself he would find this psychopath! Dane turned away from the window. Absently he pushed the button automatically closing the blackout blinds. He walked up to the first of four whiteboards in the room. He wrote the words "Eleven Victims" across the top of the board, in large red letters. He drew a thick line underneath. He wrote numbers one through eleven down the left side of the board. In smaller black lettering, he began to write each woman's name next to each number. He put the women's names in ascending order based upon their date of her disappearance.

Aelius had a certain look on his face. It was obvious to Vanessa as she watched them... Aelius was in love with Amaryllis. Vanessa had agreed. She wanted Aelius to show the same face to her. She wanted to become the person who made someone as cold as Aelius fall in love. When she was 17... The revolt had been carried out and she witnessed the gruesome scene of the emperor’s head on Aelius's hand. Outside the windows she saw the many nobles who supported the previous emperor being killed by the houses of Charleston and Leonne.

The flipping didn't stop, his little wife was happily flipping his little man like a toy, he was so sad. *Wanna see the pervert side of the male lead… winks* Evelyn was not fully awake but she felt something thick like a staircase, of course people walk alongs the staircase. She wanted to do that too, so her hand was climbing happily until it got to a soft, long thing, of course she has never had a soft, long and big toy before. She started to play with that toy, but the way she flipped it and played with it, it became big and hard to the extent that her hand couldn't contain it any longer.

The connection between Aethel and Xylos, though tenuous, pulsed with a faint emerald light, a constant reminder of their newfound bond. Evie, Liam, and Xal'dar, hailed as heroes, continued their studies. Yet, a shadow of unease lingered beneath the surface. The whispers of the ancient texts echoed in their minds – warnings of parasitic entities that could bridge dimensional rifts, feeding on negative emotions and manipulating them for their own gain. One starless night, as Evie poured over a weathered scroll by flickering candlelight, a tremor ran through the ground, a sensation unlike any earthquake. Rushing outside, she found Liam and Xal'dar staring at the Wellspring, their faces etched w

Then, in a sudden burst of light, Eva convulsed, her body wracked with spasms as the spying bug fought to maintain its hold. But Margo and Keturah pressed on, their resolve unyielding as they poured every ounce of their being into the ritual. And then, as if by some divine intervention, a small, insect-like creature emerged from Eva's arm, its twisted form writhing in agony before collapsing to the ground, lifeless. Melvina and Yodah sighed in relief. It was done.

The witch had been sitting inside the fire circle. “Give me back my mother’s corpse, right now. I won’t punish you for this.” Yelled Estella from the outer side of the circle. Smirking cunningly, Evanora yelled back from inside the circle showing the urn, “Come, and get it.” Just when Estella was about to step inside the circle, she was stopped by Valor, holding her wrist tightly urging her not to do so. But she just glared with a soul-piercing gaze, which made him retreat his hands. Just when her snake tail touched the fire circle, she cried in pain loudly and was thrown far away. Evanora laughed out loud,