Novel & Cerita Stepmom From Cinderella Story

She pressed on, “I heard he’s set to marry another woman. Aren’t you afraid he’s just playing with you? I’m only expressing concern as your stepmother.” ‘Stepmother…’ I turned to her, my expression sharp with disdain. “Cristina,” I began coldly, “my father was right; you desperately need to learn proper etiquette. I thought you would have picked up some by now... I was in a seven-year relationship with Kyros, and he still managed to play me. Do you really think your ‘concern’ for me carries any weight when you didn’t utter a single word about Kyros’ cheating scandal? And please don’t refer to yourself as my stepmother because, in this story, I am the evil queen.”

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.

It’s better to find out on time. “Uncle is bringing her here tomorrow, she’s had enough vacation already. I’d like to finish up with this.” He says. We stood there, gazing at nothing but the heaviness in our hearts was there. I still have to pretend I don’t like him especially since the council of elders are coming. I don’t want to be the Luna just yet, I’ll rather enjoy this new and budding relationship with Jake before being given such a huge responsibility. “Can I ask you a question?” I asked and he hummed.

They look so cute and adorable, so I just want to be close to them. “We've seen you around the mansion for a few days,” Janice said. “What's your relationship with our father?” The other children nodded, eager to hear my answer. “Oh, I'm your Daddy's wife, and that makes me your stepmom.” “Step Mom?” Jason whispered. “But we don't need a stepmom,” Juniper said.

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.

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.

Stepsister said this while enraged. "Oh shut up, he is also your father." stepmother scolded her. "Oh yes, he is not my own father, but he is my stepfather. I still tell you that he loves his dearest daughter more than me. " Stepsister said, folding her hands around her arms. "Shut up! He loves you too, but one thing is right: Samantha is his real daughter, so you have to try to stay close to your father and turn his love on you." stepmother said.

My stepmother had won again. “See? You came to the right place, Mr. Stone,” came my stepmother’s satisfied voice. To seal the deal, Mr. Stone said: “If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to take your daughter on a date.” I fell on my ass when I heard my stepsister say : “Yes.”

However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son. My mother died giving birth to me. Before the first week after her funeral was even over, he brought a pregnant Mary into the house. That woman secured her position as the wife of the house by giving birth to a premature baby boy. Because of it, her body was damaged, and she could never have another child. So, Ethan became my dad’s entire world. After Ethan died, he treated me like a dog. He fed me dog food, made me sleep in a cage, and forced me to bark just to vent his useless rage and ease his guilt toward Mary.