Snow White Stepmother Novels & Stories

The rain in Seattle didn’t wash things clean; it just turned everything to a grey, suffocating slush. I stood at the edge of the open grave, my black silk dress clinging to my knees. The fabric was expensive—a gift from Julian for my twentieth birthday—but today it felt like a shroud. I watched the mahogany casket descend, carrying the only woman who was supposed to protect me. My mother. She was a beautiful disaster. A woman who loved gin more than she loved her own daughter, and who loved Julian Vane’s bank account most of all.

"You have the one thing I’ve wanted since I was a child. I want the rage. I want the obsession. I want him to look at me with that terrifying hunger instead of that pathetic adoration. I watched him through the hallway window earlier. I saw the way he dragged you into the shadows. He’s risking everything—the family business, his father’s wrath, his own reputation—just to get inside you. He’s playing with fire, and he’s doing it for you." She stands up, pacing the small room like a caged animal. "It’s forbidden. It’s disgusting. You’re his stepmother. But the danger just makes him harder, doesn't it? He’s so close to being caught every time he touches you, and he still does it. He still choos

"How dare you steal such a valuable piece of jewelry from my husband's late wife?! You ignorant thing! Aren't you afraid of paying the price with your life?!" I coughed up blood. "T-This was left behind by my mom! Don't touch it!" Brenda did not believe me. She admired the sapphire greedily while gloating, "If your family really possessed such an inheritance, why would you still climb into my husband's bed? You're even making up stories about your mother being dead. What a disgrace for her to have a daughter like you. Your mother must have been a shameless woman too!" "Don't you dare insult my mother!"

The confession slipped out, vulnerable and true. My quiet personality cracked open, enough to let him peek inside the storm I’d hidden for years. He stepped closer, towering over me, that commanding presence making my knees weak. “This is dangerous, princess. I’m your stepfather. Your mother…” “Mom’s not here,” I whispered, bold from the whiskey and the pressing desires he’d left me with since the sleepwalking night. I set my glass down and reached for his hand. “Dance with me? Just for a minute. The weather is too cold to ignore.”

She couldn’t afford to be reckless when with her little mistake, her viscous stepmother will take her chance and push her more into trouble. Forcing a feign smile, she answered: “Lord D-Dynirho…”

"Once upon a time, there was a Snow White she-wolf with a stepmother. The stepmother, jealous of her beauty, poisoned her with a wolfsbane berry..." I remained in the doorway, watching our daughter with a heart full of emotion. "She would sleep forever unless a true mate's howl awoke her," Silverleaf continued. "One day, an Alpha wolf passed through the forest…" She finished the story with a theatrical gesture, then gazed up at Alexander expectantly, her amber eyes—so like his—bright with hope. "You used to read like this to me. Do you remember?" Alexander's expression remained blank, though his hand reached out to touch her hair in a gesture that seemed more instinctive than conscious.

2. I almost had a heart attack, hearing the woman's voice so close to me. But when she materialized out of the shadows, she merely placed a finger to her lips, signaling for quiet. Getting as low to the ground as I humanly could, I watched as she jogged past me, startling when another wolf emerged from the nearby chalets. As she stood blocking my presence with her body, the she-wolf ordered a shift, and shimmering under the moonlight; the wolf did as he was told. " Shamas, what has you out and about after dark? My father has a curfew for a reason?"

Who knows, maybe one day Vlad who appeared on the threshold of my rented apartment, with my mother's ring, became that small step on the stairs to my happiness? Having finally washed away all the road dirt and dust, she wiped herself off with one of the towels that lay on the shelf next to the shower stall. She glanced at the mirror in passing, her eyes again filled with dark gold. In moments of mental turmoil, the she-wolf manifested itself, and my eyes changed color. And now the she-wolf is curious, interesting.

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

A spell? “ 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…’’