Living As The Villain's Stepmother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her father had raised her alone after her mother had died after rogue wolves had attacked their pack. Her father had been so disappointed in her. But he didn't abandon her, he still came to give her food every day. He assured her that he would talk to Jax and get her released so they could leave the pack together. She cleaned her tears, she didn't deserve such love and loyalty from him. "Look how far the mighty has fallen" two female werewolves passed her, one of them looked at the disdainfully. "She was always acting like she was better than everyone else because she was betrothed to Alpha Jax. Look at her now, a common slave" the other one replied.

She looked down at his hand on her throat with nothing but cold contempt. "I did what had to be done," she choked out, her fingers clawing weakly at his iron wrists. "For the pack. For you. You think you are a king because of your sword? You are a king because I cleaned up your father's mess." I watched them from the steps below, the scrap of paper still burning in my palm. The story had gone completely off the tracks now. The villainess I had written wasn't the one who had destroyed this family. It was the quiet, respectable mother who had sat at the head of the table for five years, serving tea while the bones of her grandson lay forgotten under the floorboards.

It was clear everyone had been fixated on Marcel, but at his declaration, all focus was on Celia. All her life, she was the girl with the weakest presence in a room. The one no one noticed, and when they did, she was viewed with pity or disgust. Now she was the mate of a werewolf who killed their Alpha. A werewolf who dominated other packs. A villain, undoubtedly. Hadn’t things just become worse for her? “Move,” Marcel instructed Sheeva, but she didn’t obey. “Move,” he said again, his eyes glowing this time. Sheeva trembled, doing her best to fight against the intimidation that came with Marcel’s unbelievable power.

My aunt pushed through the crowd and steadied me. She pointed at my stepmother and cursed. "You murderous witch! You must have drugged Genevieve to knock her out, then stole her destiny so your own daughter could marry the Crown Prince and live in luxury!" My stepmother's face turned deathly pale. She said through gritted teeth, "I arranged this wedding out of goodwill and now I'm the criminal? I've treated you like my own daughter. How could I harm you?" I shrank back. My sleeve accidentally slipped down, revealing a strip of dark red fabric.

boom! Jiang Ning felt as if thunder just stuck her ,Si Yi yan and Si Xinya were the name of the villain and villainess of the novel Luo Chen used to read it to her ! when she heard it in her comatose state she felt extreme sympathy for this pair of siblings , never had the love of parents ,mother died ,father remarried brought a new wife and daughter , The villain fell in love with his half sister and the villainess hated how her father doted on his step daughter blindes with jealousy she schemed and schemed but how could they both win ? The ML ended the villain and Fl halo ended the villainess! when she heard the end of this pair of siblings Jiang Ning really pitied them. half scared half c

Her vision blurred as her eyes welled with tears, but she forced herself to keep looking at Alice, to keep listening. Her stepmother paused, her gaze finally flicking to Flora, though her expression remained cold. “I let myself imagine it. The life I always wanted. The life Vera was living, while I was forced to stay in the shadows.” Flora's stomach turned with disgust. Her stepmother had been nothing more than a vulture, circling over her dying mother’s bed, waiting for the moment she could swoop in and take what she believed was rightfully hers. Flora dragged her gaze from Alice to Damien’s hand in hers, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping her from lunging across the table

Their eyes scanned her whole frame as if they were some re-tribunal judges, here to pass down judgment. Women. One of the most amazing and sympathetic living beings lives in society. Ah yes, besides that title they are also the nastiest creature on earth. They will not back down on a challenge, especially on a delicious prey sitting right next to them. If it comes to the things they want, they would tear the limbs and cut them out. Leaving no other hunter alive to pry on her prey. They will do anything, even if it results in violence, schemes, and manipulation. That’s how my stepmother and stepsister got their position.

Emma's laughter was lighthearted, "Do you know, stepmother, that I'm a good person? But if I were to turn into a villain, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to bear it." The ninth stepmother's expression changed several times. Finally, she firmly decided, "Yes, Everything Luna Sandra instructed me to do was wrong. Including today's fire, it was also Luna Sandra's plan. Everything would have concluded if the third young miss had been burned to death. If she had survived, I planned to share a room with her. She gave me this—" She raised the powder on her fingernail, "This powder induces deep sleep. When I ignite it, the third young miss will fall into a deep sleep, and Luna Sandra will arrange fo

he replied and Brenna gasped a little. "I was ordered by Stephanie to do such a thing, Stephanie is Davis Stepmom and also the second leader of a bad organization. She's married to another man who's not Davis' father but an evil Mafia, the man is dead and passed all his business to Stephanie" he said and Brenna couldn't believe her ears. So Davis' stepmom is a two faced bìtch??

However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son. My mother died giving birth to me. Before the first week after her funeral was even over, he brought a pregnant Mary into the house. That woman secured her position as the wife of the house by giving birth to a premature baby boy. Because of it, her body was damaged, and she could never have another child. So, Ethan became my dad’s entire world. After Ethan died, he treated me like a dog. He fed me dog food, made me sleep in a cage, and forced me to bark just to vent his useless rage and ease his guilt toward Mary.