Snow White Stepmother Novels & Stories

The girl obeyed the queen mother's orders and quickly closed the door, leaving me completely alone with her. I can't believe this. I'm in the same room with the queen mother, and not only that, I'm also alone with her. The queen mother is the most powerful female in the world. All she-wolves literally aspire to be like her. We all dream of being like her. Many stories have been told about her, about how scary she can be. And also how nice she tends to be sometimes. I wonder if those stories are true. Does she have a little bit of niceness in her? Or is she like my wicked stepmother who finds pleasure in seeing others in pain? "Dear, you can have your seat."

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

“Did you miss me?” Her auburn hair darkens. Her face shifts, aging slightly. And suddenly I’m staring at my stepmother—the woman who died when Alistair attacked our pack. Except she’s not dead. She’s very, very alive. And she’s a witch. “No,” I breathe, my legs going weak. “No, this can’t…” “I’ve been playing you all like puppets,” Kate, my stepmother, continues, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Orchestrating every tragedy, every betrayal, every death.”

Chapter 6: Disguise. “What’s wrong, mother?” Snow White asked me while I’m staring at the moonlight here outside the staircase. The stairs are made of wood which always makes a creaking sound. Both of my hands are under my chin while I am too preoccupied of thinking on how I can get to the Heavenly Realm without getting caught. I need to be careful or it will cost my whole life. I still have lots of dreams to fulfill and it will not help if this fails. I will have to immediately bid farewell to my soul and face death.

“Stop it. She doesn’t like being summoned.” “I don’t care,” Snow said, ignoring her wolf’s disapproval. She tried again — once, twice, a third time. Nothing worked. Frustrated, she stood up and kicked the edge of her bed. “When you need her, she does what she wants,” she grumbled. And then…… “Ahem, I’m right here,” came a feminine voice. Snow turned instantly….stunned. The Moon Goddess stood before her, caressing a wolf that looked all too familiar.

"...go home, will you?" Swatting away Elsa's hand, I stood from the couch, making a move to leave. Just as I turned the corner, my stepfather grunted, the sound deep and mocking. "I told you she won't be so easily fooled. You both just made a joke out of yourselves by groveling." "How are we supposed to know she grew heartless within these few years?", stepmother huffed. "She'd happily oblige if we had done this sooner but Elsa insisted we treat her the hard way. Fucking useless."

They were all homey and comfortable. Not until that witch of a stepmother arrived. She changed every little thing that her mother has taken years to do. She rooted her mother’s beautiful flowers and planted her likes in the garden and for the pieces of furniture and paintings, she changed them all so that the house suddenly looked like a hotel and not a family home. Now that she was here living with Elias, she have the power to change the full things from the room and make the house homey and welcoming. If she was going to stay here for more than a month, then she should as well try to be as comfortable as possible.

Sophie was in high spirits, as usual. “So,” Sophie said with a mischievous grin as they reached the lecture hall. “Tell me more about your stepfather. After seeing him the other day, I have been wanting to ask about him. He is so hot. Like, seriously. If he wasn’t your stepdad, I might be interested. That silver-fox thing he has going on? Total daddy material.” Monalisa’s cheeks burned. “Sophie!” “What? I’m just saying. He’s tall, muscular, that commanding presence… total fantasy material.”

"You know now that the territory deed scroll was tampered with to put Lucan Duskclaw’s name on it by fraud. So the real question for your brains is, who pulled those secret strings behind my back?" "Who else but Isolde Grimfen—my so-called loving stepmother, the woman my birth mother trusted most before her spirit returned to the moon?" my smile vanishes, my voice dropping down cold and sharp as death. "Oh, Isolde cared about my young wolf, all right. If her shadow hadn't cared so much, how else could her tongue have turned my inner beast into such a naive, foolish pup all these winters?"

She lunged and caught hold of Nyra's hair in her fist and slapped her again. Nyra is a smart girl, But a human. Her physical strength is much less when compared to the strength of her stepmother, who is a werewolf. Nyra tried to pull away from her stepmother , but in vain. "You listen here and listen carefully. I don't like you, neither do my daughters. I never wanted you to stay here with us in the first place. But it's your father who convinced me otherwise. I let you stay here because your grandmother begged me to. Now, I am done with you. There is a chance Douglas might lose his job because of you. Even if he doesn't, I don't want you to stay here with us and ruin my daughter's future. S