Stepmom From Cinderella Story Novels & Stories

Ella started chickling, taking slow, small, intimidating steps towards her stepmother, "are not my mother." "And since my mother payed for the land on which this house was build, this is my house." "So why don't you, start cleaning or leave," Ella stated watching as the smug looks left her stepsisters face and a scowl fell on the lips off her stepmother. ~~~~They left that same evening with the promise to comeback and ruin 'Cinderella's' little life...... Trix gulped as she watched their carriage left. She closed her book and sighed. How was she going to fix the problem that she had created.

Zahir told the evil step mom and handed over the glass slippers The two step sisters tried the shoe and it failed to fit and then it was a perfect fit for Ella. "Oh my prince" the girl acting as Ella cried and moved towards Zahir. Zahir being Zahir hugged the step sister instead of Cinderella making the audience gasp. "What has he done?? He is supposed to hug Cinderella. Why is he hugging the evil step sister? And why does that girl look so familiar?" Aveline asked squinting her eyes to get a better look at the girl who is now pushing Zahir away and glaring at him.

That ruled out only one person. Martha Andrews, aunt. Incarnation of Cinderella's evil step mother, despised Blair and wanted her out of the picture.

It took me ten years to realize that they were indulging in the love dance, where a woman clings to her lover and enjoys his thrusts—the same pleasure I felt a few days after my seventeenth birthday with Bez, my secret lover, the son of a slave warlock. My stepmother, Ciara, was an enchantress and a healer. I got to know later that she used to be my mother's apprentice. When my pa told me he was going to marry her, I grew afraid. I had seen movies where stepmothers were cruel to their stepdaughters, and I thought my fate would be like that.

I never went out, never mixed with other children, not even the children at my shoots, I was the ‘star’ and my Stepmother insisted I be kept away from them. We had been on a very long trip for a shoot and I was exhausted when we reached home. I wanted to go straight to bed but as we came through the front door my Father stormed out of his office. He had finally found out what my Stepmother was doing, embezzling the money I earned for herself and her daughters, she had never loved my Father she had used him. The argument that followed was horrible, screaming and shouting as they hurled abuse at each other. My Father grabbed Lady Tremaine and shook her hard, calling her a liar and thief, she s

" Though they call her mum but the truth is she's actually their stepmom. Her stepmother was very different from others. The woman had broken her legs while trying to get them what to eat. She acts exactly like their mother, she never for once maltreated them. Their mother had died long ago which made their dad so lonely. Kaylee and Cassian had forced their father to remarry,they needed a mother in their lives and their father hadn't made a bad choice. They loved her from the beginning, till now. She cared for them so much and would sacrifice anything for them. Most people mistake her for their biological mum. they typically regard her as their Mum .'

My gaze narrowed, the temperature in the room seeming to drop several degrees as I considered his words. "Carmela," I repeated, my voice dripping with venom. "Ahh, you mean Cinderella's evil stepsister, Drizella, one who thinks she can simply waltz into my home whenever she pleases, disrupting my affairs and making demands?" My lips curled into a mocking smile. The man shifted uncomfortably, sweat beading on his forehead as he replied. "She... she is quite insistent, Don Adriano. She refuses to leave until you have heard what she has to say."

My wish was now granted. However, my stepmom was an issue but she was rarely home. She attended several parties and when she comes home it was usually as a drunk. She made me do all the chores and I would happily do them. My friend Charlie calls me Cinderella because of my stepmom and sister. But I never even got to dance much less a prince. "What are you looking at ugly thing? Where's my daughter?", asked a screeching voice. I was taken aback but I regained my composure soon.

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.

She was used to Ciara insulting her dead parents, but that handsome uncle_ It was sour place, she shouldn't have touched. Hearing the handsome Uncle phrase, Royalty naturally turned to Cinderella. He knew how much, Cinderella despised that handsome uncle. But never had he imagined his Pompom had missed him. She was even drawing him? Guilt flooded his heart. He even took her hands gently. " Momma, do not listen to her. " He tried, convincing her, but It turned worse. Ciara couldn't stop talking.