Stepmother Marchen Manhwa Novels & Stories

Though his smile appeared sweet, an inexplicable sense of horror emanated from him. "Second grandma!" Martha's smile froze on her face, her teeth clenched. Each word came out with clenched teeth, "Se...cond... gra...ndma...” Charles blinked his innocent, large eyes and pretended to be naive, saying, "You're not my biological mom, and you’re my grandfather's second wife. I can't call you a stepmother, so what should I call you? Auntie-stepmother?" Martha's face turned pale with anger.

“I'm no one's puppet. Your stepfather believes he can control me? Then he's in for an unpleasant surprise, and if he thought you would help him get me in line with what he wants, then he's more foolish than I expected him to be.” Her hands fisted, her lips peeling back as she raised her chin and locked her eyes on mine. “I suggest you rethink that,” she hissed, “unless you have an army at your disposal and people willing to die for you. My stepfather has one, you know? I was told to keep my mouth shut, but you already know this much, don't you?” A faint smirk appeared as she rose to her feet. “Yan Hao always gets what he wants and uses any means necessary to get it. I disobeyed him only once

She tried to toss and turn, but her body hurt at each attempt and that's when she opened her eyes clearly and realized she wasn't in a room, but was outside a beautiful mansion with a group of people that looked like a family, staring at her. Her body was restrained with chains like she is some kind of a wild beast, while four men held the edge strongly, to prevent her from moving, as a man walked towards her. This man! I know him! Mel thought as she was now back to where she had confronted chairman Charles. She felt like something strong was controlling her feelings, because she seemed to be super mad at this man. She felt hatred towards him. "Give me my son back." She was stunned at hersel

The fatigue and the aftermath of the bitter pill left me vulnerable. “Wunderbar!” (Wonderful!) Jean shouted. “Now, the little heir! Come, Mein Junge!” (My boy!) “Between your father and your mother!” August let go of the governess and came over with his still slightly awkward little steps. Cassius pulled him close, with a heavy hand on his shoulder. The contrast was shocking: Cassius’s rigidity and August’s small figure, which looked even more fragile beside him. “Now you, Herr Tristan,” Jean ordered. “Next to your stepmother. Come on, a smile!”

I can feel her: the thrill of her mischief, the way she lingers near Jason’s shadow just to feel the echo of us. But she’s not coming back yet. She is not willing to yet. And if I leave without recalling her… There will be two Arias. And there will be problems because the world was not built to hold two of me. The knock comes again,softer this time, but laced with venom. I didn’t answer as usual. The door swung open anyway. My stepmother stood in the doorway, silk robe draped over her shoulders, lips painted red, eyes sharp with contempt. She refused to come inside. She just leaned against the frame like she owned the air in my lungs.

Tears welled up in my eyes but I held onto them. “You better not be crying,” Zayn threatened. “I'm not as weak as you are,” I said, rolling my eyes and wiping their corners. “Mother Mia,” Talia said. “That's going to be weird explaining it to new friends. ‘my stepmother is kinda like eleven years older than me.’” “Stepmother?” Zayn asked, working his brows. Talia shrugged. “It's either that, or I call her your older girlfriend. Choose your poison wisely.” She threatened.

Each step down makes my heart thump in my chest, dread filling me at the possible ways my morning could go, and with James’ absence, I hate it even more. I arrive at the end of the staircase and pull my lips into my mouth before I find the courage to drag my feet forward, jumping when a body appears out of nowhere and I almost crash into the side. I lift my gaze and swallow when I meet Mom’s eyes. She’s dressed for work, her lips pressed into a thin line, and the look in her eyes is anything but inviting. I have a feeling I’m the last person she wants to talk to, but that doesn’t stop me from putting on a smile and opening my mouth in an attempt for a greeting. "Good morn—"

"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.

“ Normally, I’d tell you to mind your own business, but I guess there’s no harm in telling you. My step-mother, that good for nothing harlot, staged a coup several years ago, killing the king of the giants, my father, Aruksar. And her coup succeeded due to my brothers who aided her. And then my stepmother became allies with those damn Ishtar, selling all my father’s supporters as slaves! Death is the only suitable punishment for their sins!” Silence followed that. Kronos looked at Thora; now that he understood her slightly better, he didn’t dislike her as vehemently as he did before. “ I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. She glared at him. “ Save it. I don’t want your damn sympathy. Stay out of m

I need to de-stress. Okay sir, he smiled and answered. KHARIS pov I heard movements from the other side of the room and suddenly, my door opened, ushering in a crazy woman with a bowl of water. In split seconds, I was bathed with cold water, from head to toe. It was just the early hours of the morning and my stepmother just had to be cruel and wicked... We both stood in my room staring intently at each other. I could see hate and resentment in her eyes. What could I have possibly done to warrant an instant cold bath? I was shivering and crying. The tears kept pouring.