Stepmom From Cinderella Story Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

Elena~ “Can you repeat what you told me?” Jake’s uncle piped up. I could see the shock in everyone’s face as they saw the same lady that had interrupted Jake’s ceremony that day. “What’s going on?” Dario whispered to me, leaning closer to me. I shrugged, wrapping my arms around my chest as I watched the lady pull out a brown envelope , passing it to the man. “I said, I am the Alpha’s sister and the late Alpha William is my father.” She repeated. Series of gasps went could be heard.

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.

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.

“She’s Hector Hawkins’ ex-wife and one of the members of the enemy clan! Whatcha even thinking?” The man looks up, his hazel eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m thinking of what Cinderella’s stepsister will be like,” he says. “Did jail turn her into a meek kitty or is the wildcat a tigress now? Either way, I think I’m gonna have a lot of fun.” The teenager winces. Weirdo, she sighs inwardly.

It makes me itch and worry that he’ll touch me in more ways than just adjusting my bonds. Catherine breathes in, then lets out a long sigh out, a smile beginning to take over her entire face. She’s not even pretty, she’s nothing but the epitome of an evil stepmother. Cinderella’s stepmother must have taken inspiration from Catherine because no one could possibly top this.

I insisted. "We haven't been friends for years for nothing, Ellie. I know you, and I know that you are lying right now because you're blinking rapidly, you are wiggling your toes, and you are looking everywhere except at me. So who is it? Your therapist?" I sighed, rubbing my temples. "My step-uncle," I finally said, closing my eyes tightly to push memories of him away. "Brother to your stepfather-to be?" I scoffed. "Well, dumbass, that's exactly what a step-uncle is," I snapped at her.

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.