Stepmother Marchen 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.

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—"

"You really look like your mother, though your eyes are a bit like your father's. Come on, little one, where do you want to go? I'm breaking you out of this old house today." Her gentle eyes warmed my whole heart at once. In my last life, she was exactly like this. Nothing like the wicked stepmother from the stories. When she first met me, she was only twenty-seven, with no children and no experience raising one. Suddenly she was the wife of the Moreno heir, saddled with a five-year-old daughter on top of it. She was so nervous she called in a family doctor and a child tutor overnight and sat through parenting lessons several times over. She and Leon were an arranged marriage between familie

He turned me around to face him. Up close, Julian Vane was terrifying. He was forty-two, nearly twice my age, with silver hitting the temples of his dark hair and eyes the color of a winter sea. He’d been my stepfather for three years, a man of few words and cold checkbooks. I’d spent those years avoiding him, ducking into hallways when I heard his heavy tread, feeling his gaze on the back of my neck at every dinner. “Julian, let go. People are watching,” I hissed, glancing at the few lingering mourners.

he was about to leave when he saw the girl's eyes were on him, her eyes were captivating and filled with lust, her face so charming as she moaned, Tyler's eyes were on hers too, she's exactly his type, from every angle and part of her body, her voice was to his liking too. He looked at her one more time and left, it was true that she was his type but there was one huge wall blocking the way, and that's she is married to his dad, she is his fucking stepmom, and he doesn't believe in any god but that moment he cursed every god there is in existence, his dick was still hard but he ignored it and went to his room, he undressed and hit the shower, water cascades his body washing away both the bar

“You keep throwing cheap claims that you can’t even back up. You are the stain. You are like a curse, and... “Enough!” Raychimes, cutting her mother off. “Don’t you dare call her such names if you don’t want me to lose the little patience and respect that I have left for you. Don’t you dare me!” Katherine trembles, shifting her disbelief to Rey. “What is happening to you, son? What is this woman doing to you? What has he done to you that you are treating me, your own mother, this way?”

The chairman stared at his grandson for a while. The reason why Callum did not want to marry again was that he had a stepmother who neglected him. The chairman was aware of Callum’s grudges but there was nothing he could do but to keep those two away from each other. It was his fault that Callum was like that, but still, he wanted him to know that not everyone was the same. Because he wanted him to experience love, he forced him to get married with the excuse of producing an heir. He thought that he did the right thing, but he realized that Callum did not love his wife. He respected and took care of her, but never loved her.

She didn't want to miss even the slightest bit of information. "Our mother died when we were in elementary school. Shortly after that, our father remarried a woman who already had a child, and that child was Jacob, or Deric as he was often referred to. Honestly, we couldn't just accept a stranger in our family. Even though the woman who was our stepmother was very nice, we still couldn't accept her as part of the family. Even so, we still treated our stepmother and Deric quite well, if only in front of our father.

Taking a deep breath, I gazed into Mason's blue eyes as I explained, "They're my stepsisters. My father married their mother, Lady Rhea Dragomir, just a month ago and they moved in yesterday." I could see the wheels turning in his head as realization dawned on him. Mason's eyes widened as his mouth fell open. "You mean to tell me that those awful bitches are your stepsisters and their mother is your stepmother?" he reiterated in horror. I nodded sadly, feeling horrible for myself as well. But, I quickly became tired of the subject and just wanted to go about my day without thinking about my stepfamily for once.

My foot throbbed just like my temples and my hands still shook. “Fucking stop this drama already seph. I will not tolerate this” He dug his nails in the gash at my hand. I winced. A look at the front and he dragged me with him. I recognized her as soon as she came with another one with her daughter. She was his mother. Stepmother basically. Lara Decardo. She doesn’t seem to be mourning much as her husband died a few months back. I know this because there was only one way through which Hades would have gotten the seat. His father was dead.