Living As The Villain's Stepmother Novels & Stories

“ Okay…’’ I tried to speak. “ What kind? And how is that possible? Who cast a spell on him?’’ “ your stepmother.’’ Now that was new. “What do you mean?’’ “ I mean that your step mother is a witch. Just like the woman in the dungeons. She is not only responsible for trying to be with my cousin and making him fall in love with your stepsister…’’ “Wait, wait, what are you talking about?’’ I got up from the bed as I brought my fingers over my hair feeling rather frustrated and confused. it didn't make sense. I felt as if I was bombarded with a lot of information that I just couldn't know how to handle. Everything was happening too quickly and everything was going wrong. “I have lived with my ste

As I pushed open the creaking front door, the venom hit me before I could even breathe. “Well, well, well… if it isn’t the bastard son returning to his castle,” Diane Valentine spat, lounging on the living room couch, a wine glass dangling from her fingers like a weapon. My stepmother. Nothing had changed. The same poison in her voice. The same disgust in her eyes. Something inside me shrank. I could feel myself becoming small again. “You look just like her,” she hissed, rising from the couch like a viper. “You’re a ghost. A shadow I never wanted in this house.”

I sighed. "Honestly, I don't think it's Michael you have to be afraid of." She mumbled. "What could be more scary than a man bitter that a lady turned him down?" I snorted. "A woman whose husband brought his ex's child to their home, the lady of the house, your stepmother." She blurted and cringed. "I didn't mean to say it like that, but Beatrice is well..." "A b*tch. My stepmother is a b*tch and is probably going to make my life a living hell." I said bluntly.

My stepmother isn't a very nice person in general. The exact word to describe her is Evil. Evil! Conrad stood up and reached out to take my hand. The forest ranger is only looking at me tonight, and after our secret meeting, am certain that he wants me as much as I want him. The truth is my stepmother was never mean or evil. Ever since my father died, my life has never been the same. My stepmother turned into someone completely different as soon as my father’s will was read aloud. She became demanding, sharp, and started ordering me around, making Me clean and cook all day long. Apart from my stepmother, I have two stepsisters who are also very cruel to me most of the time. I hate the way th

He had been paying attention all this while. "Oh, this," Islinda was amused, "I didn't steal them, they are all mine, but I had to make sure no one caught me in the act. You see, not every human is as kind as me and if my stepmother finds out what I'm up to, you're as good as dead." "Oh." Valerie nodded his head, curiosity in his eyes, "You have a stepmother?" "Kind of." He answered curtly, almost dismissively. It was weird how she could read Valerie so well considering he wasn't even human, hence she didn't push at the conversation anymore.

That wasn't a conversation we could have over the phone. "I am not talking about this baby. I am talking about the teenage daughter you failed to mention. I am not thrilled about being a stepmother because I can be worse than Lady Tremaine." My brow twitched. It was hilarious I was making references to Cinderella's stepmother although I was more like the nonchalant type Too lazy to actually be the villain in someone's story unless it was worth it. "Fortunately I don't have any children for you to be a stepmother." He sneered at me. Now I was the one left confused. My brows furrowed, my mouth twitching to snap at him. Was he still hiding Priscilla from me?

I insisted, “Everything about you excites me, so please, let me in on the details of your life.” I waited patiently as she decided on what to do. As much as I wanted to know her, I didn’t want to force it upon her when she didn’t feel ready. After a while, she unwrapped herself from me and sat up, leaning against a pillow. “As you already know, I’m the only child of alpha Morgan, the alpha of the Normadic Wolves.” She started, her eyes taking on a faint light. “The woman you saw me challenging today is my stepmother. My father got married to her after my mother died while giving birth to me…”

“Jason?, was Oscars mom okay with you going away? i can imagine I would not stop you or you ever dared to send Alex and Alice away,” Jason sighed, it was a heavy sound. " That's because you are an amazing woman Love, my stepmother not so much, it has been years since she left this world and I still think her evil aura remains, she was like a Disney villain, the only one that saw through her was me, and I was treated as vermin by her, my presence a constant reminder that there was an heir to my father's fortune" My heart broke at the idea of a 5 year old Jason having to deal with an older woman's tantrums.

‘’I don’t know what the fuck you are up to or who killed your daughter but if you keep this up, trust me you will be next and I will be the one pulling the trigger for real this time’’ ‘’That is if you won’t be too busy attending Xavier’s funeral.’’ We stare at each other for a few moments untill she pulls away. The room falls into a tense silence, eyes shifting between my stepmother and me. Her face contorts with anger, her attempt to manipulate the situation faltering. Yet, she isn't done with her theatrics. She turns her attention to the gathering of media, seizing the opportunity to paint me as a villain. Cameras flash, capturing the chaos, and I can feel the weight of the world's eyes u

"Do you really want to know the truth?" My stepmother’s voice slithered through the darkened chamber, curling around me like a serpent. I clenched my fists. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t." She smiled—a slow, deliberate expression that sent a shiver down my spine. Her silver robes shimmered under the candlelight, making her look every bit the powerful enchantress she had always claimed to be. The woman who had stolen my father’s will murdered my mother, and crushed me beneath her heel now held the final answers I needed.