Snow White Stepmother Novels & Stories

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.

The only one who didn't look shocked was my mother. I took a deep breath and Stephan held my hand for reassurance. "Mom, what do you know about the great white witch?" I asked. I watched as shock washed over my mothers face and her eyes went wide. "How did you-" "A man came here this morning. He kept calling her Angarika and said she was a descendant of the great white witch, but he also told her to speak to you about it" Stephan cut in. I watched as my mother played with her fingers before she looked up and said,

As he read the numbers, his face went ghostly pale. He had always run the company on a debt-driven model. It was a double-edged sword. I had simply turned it against him. His hand shook as he pointed at me, still trying to lash out. “You… Lexie, you worthless brat!” I knocked his hand away and slapped him across the face. “Yeah, I’m just a worthless brat! I watched you marry a heartless housekeeper and make her my stepmother. I watched you turn your back on me and Mom!

They came endlessly from the depths of the forest. Lisa had struck a bargain with their leader. She had traded the blood of the entire Black Wood Pack for the power to destroy me. Drew stood frozen and watched the pack he had sworn to protect crumble before him. The stepsister he had spoiled for years had become a mad wolf who invited enemies into their own home. "Lisa," he murmured in disbelief. He staggered toward her but was kicked aside by a vampire before crashing to the ground. The vampire sneered. Lisa looked down at him coldly.

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

"Stop buzzing around him like a fly, and I won't tell everyone that you tried to seduce my man." Lulu Harper was the ditzy, clumsy little assistant that was always fumbling around and making mistakes around Lucas. Petite and fragile, even a single harsh word was enough to make her eyes well up with tears like a helpless kitten… So did Lucas know that she could be this arrogant? She had always been scheming against me in the shadows, spilling wine on my custom-made gown and deliberately breaking my diamond necklace. I'd seen through her façade ages ago, seeing her for the manipulative witch that she really was, yet Lucas treated her like a crown jewel. Whenever my tone became just the slighte

"She'll be your stepmother. She's not your real mother. Didn't your father tell you?" When the other children heard the word 'stepmother,' they started commenting on it. "Ken in the class next door has a stepmother! She beats up children! It's really scary!" "The queen in Snow White is her stepmother! She gave her the poison apple." "Poor Britney, she has a stepmother …" Soon, everyone looked at Britney with a sympathetic gaze. After Britney found out about the vicious stepmother story, she became so frightened that she sobbed. "No! I don't want a poisoned apple …"

Then I looked at Anna again. "Wait! This girl's the werewolf princess?" "Yes, her father was King Barnabas." "Please keep your voices down," Anna begged. "The knights." My head turned towards the bathroom door. "You're who they're looking for." Anna started trembling. "Please, you can't let them find me. I'm not going back to that place." "What happened?" "My stepmother." Her voice cracked. "She's cruel. She's determined to have me killed before my twenty-first birthday."

Polished marble floors stretched beneath his feet, while large crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings. A deep bitterness settled over him. How could this woman and her children have lived in such extravagant wealth all these years, enjoying the fortune that had once been his mother's, while his mother had lived in extreme poverty after his father, that despicable bastard who had once been nothing more than an employee at her company, had betrayed her with Silvia? Together, they had secretly conspired to strip his mother of everything she owned by tricking her into signing documents that made her lose everything, leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back and forcing her ou

I didn’t deny it because it was true, and I don't regret being like this. “Follow me,” she said, turning again. Thorne leaned in slightly as we walked. “You’re sure about this?” “I know my mother,” I replied. “She didn’t just survive this pack because of her beauty, she's very cunny as well.” We entered the main hall, and the atmosphere just changed. I was glancing around the room, when my eyes met his at the far end of the hall, Zaphyr, the Alpha of White Snow and my step dad.