Snow White Stepmother Novels & Stories

All the lights were on, almost blinding Silje. Suddenly, they heard the ominous clicks of the high heels coming down the stairs. When Silje looked up, it was a woman with platinum-blond hair in a white muslin dress and a fur shawl. “Kail…!” Her voice echoed as she walked towards them slowly. “Kail.” Silje wondered who this beautiful woman was, but when she saw Kail’s cold expression, she figured it out. It was the evil witch. ‘I can see that it is a fitting nickname.’

(Again, Joe found himself reminded of Snow White’s stepmother. “And when it was about fucking,” she snarled, “things were just fine, weren’t they?” Joe noted that this was a line that would probably not be dropped in the Snow White fairy-tale… “You pretty well know that it wasn’t me who decided that every time something was wrong, we just patch it up by…” He threw a hand out and shook his head. Liz’s eye’s had narrowed and she leaned her head to the side. “Oh, aren’t you a saint!?!” she hissed. “I seem to remember that you didn’t exactly need a whole lot of persuasion!”

Reminds me of Snow White’s stepmother, the queen. "Now tell me, why is a wolf in my home?" Not many creatures in the realm get to me and I pride myself with that but something about the old woman's dark eyes made me take a step back. She looked too dangerous and she looked like who I wouldn’t want to mess with. I doubted if she was the witch I came to see. It’s been long and Akayla would have changed from the woman I knew.

Her belly swells with child, poking out of her clothes at a breadth that seems to indicate she’s about halfway through her term. It’s my mother. Her blue and violet eyes glow from beneath her hood and her blonde hair flutters in whisps around her beautiful face. She walks past me as if she doesn’t see me at all, delicately moaning as she forges through the snow. Behind her trudges a tall, powerful wolf with hair the exact shade of mine. He’s dragging a sleigh full of luggage up the steep slope with a determined expression on his face. My father.

I tried to remember how the person in front of me smells, but I couldn't. I thought the person who was trying to catch Lyca was the person I hated the most... But when I saw the woman in front of me, I knew I was wrong. "You don't need to know who I am because this is the last time we'll see each other—" I snort and look at the woman in front of me. I have to say that her beauty could make any man fall in love with her. With her perfect body, pale, smooth skin, and, most of all, her angelic face— "Since you don't want to say who you are, I'll take a guess... Queen Annabelle? The famous stepmother of my little princess... Am I right?"

Then, she bent over to lean down to Snow White whose fair skin became paler because of horror as bad memories of her childhood came to her mind. “Don’t… don’t call me that!” Snow White shouted as she crawled away from the ‘old woman’. She raised her head while her entire body trembled in fear. There, she saw her stepmother in front of her. The old woman from just now was gone. That old woman is none other than her stepmother who disguised herself as an old woman to lower Snow White’s guard and kill her! And she almost succeeded had Snow White not remained vigilant, especially now that she is trying to steal!

The ambient temperature plummets instantly by twenty degrees, frosting the metal runners of the sled in thick sheets of blue ice and turning my breath into massive clouds of white vapor that vanish instantly into the gathering gloom. The wolf-hounds whimper softly, their ears flattening against their skulls as an oppressive, malevolent pressure squeezes the breath right out of my lungs, signaling that a powerful, hostile entity has just entered our immediate vicinity and warped the very fabric of the elements to trap us in this isolated pass. The sky above us erupts into a violent blizzard, and the howling wind carries the distinct, mocking laugh of my stepmother Leah.

Callum went back to his table and started working. “Caleb, don’t you want a mother? You should convince your Dad to at least meet your Aunt Mia.” The chairman smiled at Caleb but the child looked at the woman with indifferent eyes. “Grandfather, I’m sorry but I can’t help you with that. I am already trying my best in asking Dad to meet the woman that I want to be my mother.” Caleb bowed his head politely before walking toward his father. The chairman stood up and glared at Callum. “We’ll talk later.”

His eyes and brows were almost the same as Blake. He opened his bright eyes, and his dark pupils were spotless. Jessica didn't know what kind of stories other children heard from their parents, but her story, after all, was not a romantic fairy tale, but a gathering of all the f*cking bloody scenes of the mermaid and Snow White. It was sad and cruel. However, Princess Snow White's evil stepmother and sisters were from John's family. As a quiet mermaid, she had not received a single word of love from the prince after experiencing the pain of walking on the edge of a knife...

The complete opposite of who Jenna Marie is. Selina tried to adjust the tempo, and she carefully memorized what Wolfgang had taught her and applied it naturally. Selina has met her father and mother, and now she goes to find her sister to check if there is any other suspicion. But fortunately, the younger sister was not very close to Jenna Marie, so she did not care or notice her unusualness. So the gate was finally over, and Selina successfully pretended to be Marie to return. All that day, she lived in the family without leaving any doubts, so Selina smoothly became Marie, the werewolf girl who continued to live as a human.