Snow White Stepmother Novels & Stories

Aurora seems to have achieved something nobody has ever done, bringing him to submission. He's doing things he's sworn to never do and here he is ready to beg for any piece of information on Aurora from his stepmother. Yes Cindy his father's new queen is the nicest creature he has ever met, fairytales may depict step mother's as evil and wicked but she's the opposite of that because she's suffered in the hands of one too..

I shook my head when I remember Demogorgon form when I first saw him we are not friended back then because we both love the same girl but Snow choice him, I decided to let go of my feelings but I heard that Snow been possessed by black magic that her family heirlooms and she been a bad creature and I heard that a powerful witch lockup her into the book but her family couldn't tell everything because they would die instantly if they would tell a bit regarding that thing. Snow's mother tries to tell it to Demogorgon but before she finishes her sentence she dies in front of my poor friend. And that was all he knows, that Snow was locked up inside of the book because a witch did it, and even ho

I get to my feet and mumble, "Come inside." My stepmother enters, draped in a long turquoise gown, her favorite color. Her dark hair is tousled down her back and she has a habit of running her fingers through it repeatedly. A maid is by her side, a frightened look plastered on her face. "Your lover is here to meet you," she tells me. I scowl at the bitterness in her voice, but my voice is composed when I reply, "Let him inside." She fixes a stern look on me and then crossing the distance between us, she holds my face in her hand, her fingernails digging in my cheeks. "Don't even try anything foolish, girl. I have all of my eyes and ears on you."

With that, she went out to check on the wolf's condition. My father saw her as if looking at her for the first time and I knew something was on his mind. “Go home,” my father said and Snow was going to refuse. “Go home for a few hours and then come back rested, with a cool head. Then you can question the man.” That's what got Snow under control, so we went home; however, what I didn't expect was that when I walked in there was my mother sitting in the living room. She had the forbidden entrance, so she smiled at me, but her smile fell to the floor when she smelled and saw Snow. Immediately her eyes turned gold. She was consumed with rage and her beast wasn't helping.

"Eat more soup. You'll never get strong on that tiny amount." "I... I’m sorry." "Heh," Vanguard chuckled. "He’s the one who fixed your dress." "What! Why would you tell her that, brother!" Grimm’s face turned beet-red down to his neck. He stomped out of the room. Snow White began to cry from the unexpected kindness. The Titans grew frantic, thinking she was still upset about the forest. "P-please don't cry! We're sorry for what we did to you." "No... it's not that..." She wiped her tears and told them about her father’s betrayal and her stepmother’s murderous intent. Grimm, who was listening from the door, was the most furious.

"That's right." "You expect a specific answer, but there are several, and all of them depend on you." My throat went dry. What was that supposed to mean? He considered me intently for a long time until I almost believed he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. "Snow White. Vampire. The daughter of an elf and a human. You're fated to bring - " "Hold on." I carefully moved closer to Abernathy, so I had a perfect view of his giant mouth. "My mother wasn't an elf."

The hut recoiled at his presence, boards shuddering violently. You will not interfere, the Darkness snarled inside him. This debt is not ours. Sipho pushed back — for the first time ever. “They are children,” he said. The Dark paused. Not in mercy. In interest. Inside, the youngest slipped from the eldest’s grasp and stepped onto the softening floor. “I don’t want to stay alone,” she said. “Will Mama be there?” The house answered by opening. The floor split wide. Warm, breathing earth yawned beneath her feet.

Yet I couldn’t let her go. When she stepped away, I allowed my eyes to move around the room before settling back on her. At this time she had moved to the wall next to a ratty, threadbare mattress on the floor. Her fingers traced invisible circles over the brick wall, before pressing against a hidden panel. A compartment suddenly opened and she reached in, pulling out a silver locket and clutching it like it was the most precious thing in the world. After pressing a soft kiss to the locket, she slipped it around her neck and stood in front of me. And then she turned around and swept her hair off her neck. Taking the hint, I helped her fix the clasp of her necklace and she faced me again, her

Now she realized how despicably vile he truly was. She never expected him to stoop so low as to threaten her with her own biological mother..." Faced with Lorneauxs' indifference, Claire's obsidian eyes appeared dark and despairing. Her only weakness was her mother, who had toiled for most of her life and finally found happiness. How could Claire bring herself to ruin it? Lorneauxs had clearly seized upon her vulnerability. "Feels good. Can't be bothered to change," he said, his lips sensual, his expression elusive.

He advanced towards me and stopped a few feet away from me. "I took that to my advantage. I wanted what you had. Your gift. The gift of the last white wolf. So I brewed a plan. I got close to her, killed your father, put her under a spell and made her believe that I was her mate. That's how you were always under my eyes.