Step Mom Cinderella Novels & Stories

Dad asked after drinking the water I gave him. "Um, I'm telling the truth! A very busy daddy; how could he ever have a girlfriend?" I said, picking up a piece of the Terangbulan cake. "Good answer! You're still a kid after all; I don't want any drama of Cinderella being tortured by her stepmother in our lives!" Dad shouted, patting my arm gently. Wait! Cinderella drama? "Don't use me as an excuse! I'm old enough to accept someone as my stepmother! As long as you like her, then I will!" I protested.

If ever a gust of wind will blow, she'll have to hold onto something solid, or else she'll see herself fifty feet above sea level. She's living in a dingy, old and small three-bedroom house along with her cruel stepmom, Klarisse and her bratty stepsister Kendra. She's the same age as her. Her own mom died when she was just five years old. Her dad married again when she was eight years old to Klarisse Wheats. A pretty, blond woman in her early thirties, with her daughter, Kendra. Her father thought of them, her and Kendra to become best friends just because they are of the same age. However, it turned out differently. Kendra is a spoiled brat. Always wanting to have everything she wa

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

He says Of course I understand. We just stepped into this relationship and I wouldn’t want to be pressured into doing anything so it’s better to keep it under the wraps. “How long is Lola going to be here for?” I asked and didn’t miss the sharp intake he took "I just told you about the council of elders coming in three days time, right? Well, Lola’s father is the leader. She should leave when her father is leaving.” He tells me. The story just kept getting more and more complicated

"Oh, I forgot you weren't paying attention, probably plotting with your mother how to get me and my brother kicked out of the house." "I don't have time for this." I start to move. Surprisingly, she doesn't block my way so that she can continue with her insults. "At least I was kind enough to get you the lead role." I stop at her words then turn around. confused, I ask. "Lead role?" "Of course, sweetie.." She makes sure she draws out the word "sweetie" and i know it's just so she can piss me off because it's what mom calls me. "I mean, were stepsisters after all, so I'd only fit if you were Cinderella."

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?

"Your mother was a means to an end. She was a woman of low appetites and high debts. She was easy to manage. Easy to buy." "You used her," I whispered, the weight of the betrayal hitting me again. "You sat at our table, you kissed her cheek, you called yourself my stepfather... and all the time you were just waiting for her to die?" "I didn't wait for her to die, Elara. I waited for her to fail," he corrected, his voice as sharp as the knife in his hand. "And she failed spectacularly. She gambled away your inheritance in a basement in Macau. She signed over your guardianship to settle a debt with a man who would have sold you to the highest bidder in a heartbeat. I didn't steal you. I saved

She dished up for them thinking about her dream. Her cruel step mom made her to eat the burnt scrapings from the pot of stew as a punishment for burning the stew. She did not eat that night and went to bed with a sore heart. She wished for that dream she dreamt earlier to come back again. She tried to close her eyes to fall asleep but her heart was heavy. Her mind was racing replaying all the events of that day. She was all by herself with no one to cry to.

Zoe instantly had a bad feeling upon hearing that name, and her intuition proved correct a few seconds later when the woman called by Grayford turned around. Emily, Wolf's stepmother, was known to Zoe. A stepmother who is even crueler than Cinderella's. Her face, already quite beautiful yesterday, became even more beautiful with exquisite makeup and a stunning dress. With a sweet smile, the woman walked toward her. Zoe groaned inwardly, regretting being so happy to get the extra payment. Apparently, the job she was doing today really had to be extra special—there was a new burden because she had to meet the insane psychopathic woman.

Caden looked at her coldly as if her words meant nothing to him. Cynthia spoke up, “Caden, let Aunt Serene take us home. I’m so envious that you have a mother like her. Compared to my mother…” Cynthia stopped talking. She didn’t want to acknowledge her stepmother as her mother because her stepmother wasn’t a genuine person. Cynthia often missed her mother, thinking that if her mother was alive, she would protect her from everything. Cynthia envied Caden every time she saw Serenity visit him. “I’ll give you my Mommy,” Caden said.