Step Mom Cinderella Novels & Stories

my stepmother. The only stepmother I knew was the evil woman from Cinderella. So, I only had her for comparison. She leant forward, wrapping her thin arms around me. I was taken aback at first, I wasn’t expecting this kind of greeting. I reluctantly put my arms around her too. “Thank you so much for coming Bella. I’m so happy to finally meet you, although I wish it had been under better circumstances. Thank you so much for agreeing to help. I know it can’t have been an easy decision to make.” “Actually, she made the decision in only a few hours,” my father explained. “I am so grateful Bella, and Alex, what a handsome man you are. It’s really nice to meet you sweetie.” She said, politely. I

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.

I stand and walk up the stairs towards her room and she is standing by the gate. “Hey baby. You thirsty?” I ask her, cooing as she rubs her eyes, nodding her bedhead. I pick her up and carry her down the stairs. “Momma, daddy I would like you both to meet a very sleepy Rebel Carlotta Moretti.” I say and they both look at her and she looks at them. My mom has tears streaming down her face, and so does my dad.

Stepmom said, a glint of triumph in her eyes as she made her way to the foot of the stairs. In a breath, she told her father all that had happened. “Can't you see what I keep telling you?” She yelled. “Lunaria is nothing but a troublemaker.” She added with a huff. “From your tale, I see nothing that would warrant that reaction from Henry,” Father said, walking towards us. “You're a man, instead of yelling and yelping around like a lady, you should have opted for a dialogue.” He said, placing his hand on Henry’s shoulder before he proceeded to give it apart.

"Come on. Let's check if they accidentally removed your brain the last time you were hospitalized." Josie's protests echoed down the hallway. "My brain is just fine! Simon, let me explain. Having a stepmom has three major benefits! First, if Dad gets married, he'll stop nagging us about settling down. "Second, I'll get her to sweet-talk Dad into passing the company down to me. That way, you can keep being a doctor, and I'll finally become the chairwoman. Everyone wins!

But she had not gotten the chance to take any extra steps before the sight of the man before her almost made her slump; she tripped and almost fell. "Oh, take it easy, darling.” Her mother said, going over to stand near her with a hand on her shoulder. "These stairs of ours are so slippery, Adrian.” Her mom remarked, casually turning to the visitor before she continued. "Anyway, Scarlett, darling, I’ve got someone special to introduce to you. I told you about him some time ago, but finally, you’ll get to know yourselves today." "Meet Adrian Hartfield, the manager of Disco and Divas Club, my lover, and your soon-to-be stepfather." She said, beaming with smiles.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

CHAPTER 2 – A New Home of Hidden Fires Ariana's POV The Sterling mansion loomed before us like something out of a gothic novel. Three stories of dark stone and tall windows, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens that probably cost more to maintain than our old house's mortgage. Mom squeezed my hand as we stood at the base of the front steps. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart. This is a fresh start for both of us." A fresh start. Right. Because nothing says “fresh start” like moving into your mother’s husband’s home at twenty—years after my biological father ruined everything.

Her eyes darted around, never daring to look at Dad. Dad sat beside her like an iron tower, silent, but the pressure he gave off felt like a storm about to break, the atmosphere in the room turning cold. I sat obediently on a small stool, swinging my short legs, even humming a nursery rhyme our kindergarten teacher had just taught us. “What are you singing?” Mary suddenly asked, her voice hoarse. I smiled sweetly at her. “The one my teacher taught us. It’s called My Good Mom.” Mary’s face turned paper-white in an instant.

she explained. Aiden looked at her coldly. 'That scum actually abandoned his own daughter, and she is my step sister? My irresistible step-sister' Aiden cursed in his head. "He went on a vacation with my mother yesterday, for one month," Aiden told her. Aria's eyes widened and despair came crashing into her heart.