Stepmother Marchen Manhwa Novels & Stories

She stabbed angrily at her steak. “I tried so hard to let my stepfather be enough, and as much as he tried to be, there was still a void. He was so good to me. He did everything he could to make me feel like my world was complete. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of hours I spent curled up on his lap, bawling my eyes out, because I missed a man that I had never met. All he did was stroke my hair and listen to me. When I finally calmed down, he hugged me, tucked me into bed, and then brought me the best fucking hot cocoa imaginable. He was literally the best.” “I’m glad you had someone to support you. I can’t even imagine how tough it was for you,” I murmured.

Ah, this makes it easier for me. Alright, looks like duty is calling me. *** Knock, knock, knock. "Kaa-san, just come in." I said to the stepmother who was standing at the door. She is my new mother. That's right, old Kim Jaerim has remarried. Then, what's wrong if I follow in his footsteps, right?

His thumb brushed along my jawline, a slow, deliberate stroke that made my breath hitch. "I won't let her see it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low, gravelly vibration that sent a shiver straight down my spine. My hands came up instinctively, resting against his chest to push him away. However, the moment my palms met the crisp fabric of his shirt, my fingers curled into the material instead. I could feel the rapid, heavy thud of his heart beneath my touch, matching the erratic rhythm of my own. He leaned down, his eyes darkening as his gaze tracked the movement of my lips. The forbidden nature of his status as my stepfather, coupled with the sheer weight of our curr

From my side view, I saw her freeze and the phone fell from her hand, hitting the ground in a clashing sound. I returned my full attention back to Gianna. Her face was fully red now. Her body shook as she fought for breath, but the scared look in her eyes had shifted into one of defiance. I wanted her to understand what it felt like to have someone play God over your life, and fuck... it felt thrilling to watch her suffer. But I cannot do that if she is not afraid. Soon, I will get you to your knees, stepmother. Without saying a word, I let her go. And she immediately reached for a cup of water, then downed its content in one go.

Just grab my bag from the foyer table, just get out— “You’re not going anywhere, you little slut.” The voice came from the living room doorway, sharp and venomous, freezing me in place. I turned slowly, dread coiling in my gut. My stepmother—Victoria—stood there, arms crossed over her designer blouse, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her elbow. She was a vision of polished cruelty: blonde hair in a sleek chignon, makeup flawless even at whatever ungodly hour this was, lips painted a blood-red that matched the rage in her eyes. She’d married my father five years after my mother’s death, when I was ten, and from day one she’d treated me like an inconvenient stain on her perfect li

the MC continued. Movement shifted across the room again. Young warriors, battle-scarred sentinels, and noble sons all hopeful, some desperate as they walked with measured steps to the left. And then I saw him. My stepfather. Alpha Lucien Thorn. His dark robes swayed as he joined the line of unmated males, like this wasn’t the fifth time he’d done this ritual. Like my mother hadn’t died loving him. Of course he did. A bitter laugh clawed at my throat, but I swallowed it down.

I moved forward, almost without conscious thought, drawn by an unseen force. My eyes locked onto a figure standing near the edge of the crowd. He was talking to Elder Rowan, his back to me. There was something about the way he stood, the way he held his head. But it absolutely couldn't be. My breath got caught up in my throat when he finally turned, his face towards me now and our gaze locked for a few seconds. Cassian, My Stepfather. The scent hit me hard. Perhaps I'm the one mistaken, there's no way I'm mated to my stepfather, right...?

By the time I finished my duties, it had gotten soaked. A long sigh left me. The hierarchy in my house was messed up. It was neither by work, nor would I have been the highest; nor by age, nor would I be higher than my stepsister; nor by bloodline, nor would I be the highest again as the only true blood of Draven Household. My stepmother married into the family after she and her kids lost their pack. Yet they forgot all that. The door opened downstairs—my stepmother must be back from escorting her friend home. "Donna! Get down here!!"

That night, I sit by the window again with the blanket and the same silence just a different weight. Mera is asleep, her drawings taped all over the fridge now. One of them is Aaron in a crown.“He’s a prince,” she told me. “Because he has to fight dragons too.”I trace the stick figure with my fingertip.He’s still fighting but now, so am I and I’m not stopping until I get him out.Not for redemption, not even for justice.

"What do you mean by warning? What will happen?" Ksatria looked at Khanza with longing and affectionate eyes. Even though this is not his real mother, but just a reincarnation of his mother, but still it seems that Ksatria have a very strong bond with Khanza in the present. “Dharma… he will start his attack, Mother. Father and Mother must be vigilant. Mom and dad have to stay strong and trust each other. " "Dharma?" “The evil spirit who always tries to harm the direct descendants of Father and Mother. The one who killed Mom and Dad. " "Wait a minute!" Kenzo stepped forward and shook his head. "Father? Mother? What do you mean mom an