Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

No matter what had happened between us, how dare they try to kill me? “What about my stepmother? does she know what her son's did?” I asked. “She’s been taken care of, too,” Chadwick replied smoothly. He placed a hand gently over mine. "She's the one who sent them." I knew that already, I remembered Connor telling me that. Not sure why I asked though, I mean she's mean to me but never thought she could actually spiral into being a killer. “Don't think too much about any of that right now. You need rest.” Chad added.

“This is a celebration for our granddaughter’s successful research and development project. How could we miss it? And that Autumn girl—you’ll like her once you meet her.” That only made Martha more curious. “Well, now I really must see for myself.” Stellar beamed with delight when both elders agreed. “Alright, Grandpa, Grandma, get ready. I’ll head upstairs and change. Then we’ll head out.” Once upstairs, she quietly pulled out her phone and made a call. After she was done and came back downstairs with the two elders, Stephen happened to be walking out of the villa across the street. “What a coincidence, Stephen. You just got back too?”

“You have two choices, Emma marry Damien Blackwood… or walk out of this house with nothing.” Emma stared at Vivian in disbelief. Her ears rang as if the world around her had suddenly fallen silent. “…What?” Vivian folded her arms, her expression as cold as stone. “You heard me.” Emma looked from her stepmother to Sophia, hoping one of them would laugh and admit it was a cruel joke. Neither did. Sophia sat comfortably on the sofa, scrolling through her phone as though they weren’t discussing another person’s future.

I nodded to myself, mentally confirming my plans, and adjusted my robe one more time before heading out to the pack grounds, where the occasion was set to take place. I arrived at the pack grounds and noticed that everywhere had been adorned with glass crystals and roses hung around giving the whole place an exquisite view. I looked around and noticed that the old hag my stepfather was already seated with the council elders. His hair was coiffed back and his face looked more wrinkled and haggard with the bushy smelly beard that covered his face. His cheekbones were saggy and his eyes were sinking into his skull, devoid of life and love. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand as I w

he starts before having me cut him off. "What?! Daughter?! No! Jack can't have another step-sister, it's not going to happen. Jack is mine, my stepbrother and I'm not fucking sharing him with someone!" I yell, growing upset. "Technically, he's not you're stepbrother anymore." My mother says, chiming in as she places a hand on my shoulder. My blood begins to boil and I swear it took everything in me not to hit her. I don't care if he's not my stepbrother because I'm not sharing him with anyone, ever again.

I clung to those values because I thought they were enough to keep us together, to keep us safe. But when his car slid off the icy road, and his heart stopped beating, it all unraveled. My stepmother, Victoria, wore black to his funeral, but there was no hint of grief in her eyes. While I cried for the last of my kin, she stood beside me, gazing down at me as though I were some pest she could not wait to be free of. I did not realize then how true that was.

When we got downstairs, I sighed when I saw no one in sight so we headed towards the door ‘I thought you were supposed to be resting,’ Karen suddenly said behind us and I groaned in frustration. I didn't want to put anyone in danger. ‘You people have been keeping my child up there like some kept wife. She needs fresh air and some sun on her skin. I am taking her outside. My God, look how white she looks,’ my stepmother said in her usual exaggerated way of expressing herself. She deserved an OSCAR award for her performance. That was how she had been able to deceive us all, by pretending.

STEP SON × STEP MOTHER Step Son: Axel Step mother: Gwen AXEL~~ Gwen's full breasts were spilling out of her bralette but this time her white short jeans were zipped up. She looks up at me smirking as I take a step back, knowing she's fully aware of my hard on from Sarah and now her. “I could tell your father what's going on between you and Sarah or..” “You could repay me a favour.” I reply thinking fast.

She walked closer to Tanya and looked at her from head to toe. "You even brought a middle class girl into my house?" She asked. "She's not middle-class, she's Tanya. Tanya Lewiston, it's my house as much as it's yours" Kenneth fired back. Tanya held his hands in worry, "Don't talk back to your mum Ken" Kenneth snapped her hands away from his, "No Tanya, this woman can never be my mother. She's my stepmother. The mother to that jerk that just passed" Kenneth said again still not breaking eye contact with the woman.

That night, Mason finally returned home. He stood framed in the doorway, reeking of cheap alcohol, every part of him reeked of Olivia’s unmistakable scent —night jasmine, white musk, and a lingering trace of silver leaf. It was a scent widely known for its powerful aphrodisiac effects. It was easy to picture the passionate scene he had with his step-mother. The moment Mason stepped inside, he spotted me seated on the couch, engrossed in a book. He grinned and outstrip his arms for an embrace. But this time, I calmly, deliberately, pushed him away.