Step Mom Cinderella Novels & Stories

She just hugged Jasper back and cried until the machine was turned off; after an hour, the one operating the machine went to them, already holding the jar where her father's ashes are. “Thank you,” she murmured They were about to go out of the center when her stepmom entered, looking at her. Her stepmom went to her, ready to slap and pull her hair, but Jasper went in front of her and received the slap. “You have no respect, Selene!” her stepmom pointed at her while shouting. “You didn’t even let me see your father, and now he is already cremated. Who do you think you are, huh?!” She didn’t even look at her stepmom to answer her. She went out of the center already with Jasper. Jasper escorted

I took hold of her hand. She looked at me with horror and started crying. I hug her patting her head "It's ok, we are here. Don't be afraid." I told her looking at Jake. He was clenching the fork in his hand. He was having hard time controlling his wolf. "My..my.. stepmom... She and my stepsister harass me and make me do all the house work and if I make any mistakes...they... they punish me." Ohh goddess! We have our very own Cinderella. But not to worry Brittany your prince charming is here now.

I get ready for the day, wishing I could just go back to sleep. Then I clasp the bracelet my mom gave me. The hook is a little janky, but I usually notice if it falls off. The bracelet just spells Destined. She always made sure I knew I controlled my life. I glance at a family portrait on my desk, and hold back my emotions. I leave my shed and walk over to the house. When I step inside, I start to make breakfast for Esmeralda my step mom, and Cassy my step sister. I'm basically their maid, which is a little funny. Not really. Sometimes I feel like Cinderella, but instead of me getting a prince, I get chores. At least I got the dead parents part right. That's not funny.

And by the way… you can call me mom from now on, my dear. ''Really?'' I focused my cold gaze to her with a raised brow, the corner of my mouth curved into a smirk. ‘‘Are you sure, mommy?’’ ‘‘Of course, sweetheart!’’ she said, hurrying forward and grabbed my hand. ‘‘We are family, Celestine... Although I’m your stepmother, I can treat you like my own daughter just like how I am treating your sister…’’ What's her drama this time? I couldn't help but chuckle as I wrenched my hand away from her grip. ‘‘I apologize, but I don’t need another mother. I only have one mother and her name is Sandra…’’

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

“Once upon a time, there was a king named Daddy. King Daddy was a great king. He loved helping people, golfing, and reading all the little children in his kingdom stories. King Daddy had everything that he could ever want except one thing. The only thing that he was missing was a family of his own to love. One night, King Daddy went to a party, where he found a beautiful maiden whom he had known previously. They spent the night talking, and King Daddy knew that he couldn’t live life without her, so he asked the fair maiden to stay with him. She agreed on one condition. He had to go with her to the kingdom’s orphanage, where he was introduced to the most perfect little girl. King Daddy instan

I say, and then I laugh, adding the rest, “not to mention she also said he was a drunk.” “A drunk?” She repeats, and I nod. “I bet she is making all of this up. She loves being the center of attention, and because she’s not, she came out with that bullshit,” Steph says, and I nod. I don’t believe for a second about what she said. I don’t believe my dad was that bad. She’s the bad one. I remember dad sitting on the end of my bed, reading me stories before I went to sleep. “Oh, and there’s more,” I say, and Steph’s eyes meet mine again. “Mrs Sutcliffe, the original one, wants us to organise her charity gala event thing,” I say, and Steph’s mouth opens wide, and she covers it with her hand in s

I won’t go and my mum can’t force me either. “Speaking about your soon to be hot step dad, you can’t deny that you find him attractive. Sexy and hot.” Lisa picked a piece of chip, rolling her tongue around in a sexy way that it was hard for me not to find it disgusting. “Just imagine all the naughty things you could do to him, and perhaps there’s a chance that he would continue what-“