Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

Alpha King Lucien Thorn, my stepfather. “What the hell are you still doing in here?” “I—I’m so—” I stammered, barely able to speak. “Get out of this house and go join the other omegas. Stupid orphan.” Orphan. You heard him right. That’s the name he calls me every single day. The man my mother gave her life for, this is who he is. I didn’t even realize when I burst out of the room, legs moving on instinct, running my ass off toward the traditional hall where the Mooncroft Pack holds its mating ceremony every year.

Leon opened the chat app, his eyes narrowing as he read the incoming message: "Bro, how's it going today? Still at war with your new 'stepmother'?" With fingers trembling with emotion, Leon replied: "It's terrible, Dra. She's getting more and more persistent. She cooks for me, tries to strike up conversations. My dad told her to persuade me, he said. I can't get rid of her from this house. This house is full of memories of Mum, you know? If she stays here, I'll go crazy."

Interest. "Kavan," Mathias explained, "this is Autumn. "My mate." Kavan's eyes expanded. He looked from me to Mathias, then back again. I witnessed the moment it clicked. The disdain that appeared on his face. "Your mate?" Kavan's voice sounded deep. Rich. It sent goosebumps down my spine. "How... interesting." Mathias frowned. "Yes, well. I expect you to show her respect. "She's your stepmother now." Kavan curled his lips into a smile. It was all teeth. Predatory.

“He’s made his choice, Father. So have I.” For a heartbeat, his anger wavers, and what’s left beneath it is heartbreak. He’s a man who fixes things, broken fences, broken bones, broken people, but he can’t fix this. And then she appears. “Well,” Serah purrs from the hallway, “I suppose congratulations are in order … for Morgan.” My stepmother glides into view, wrapped in a silk robe, bare feet silent on the wood floor. She looks as flawless as ever, which only makes me hate her more.

Because my father saw me, I approached him. "You visited for, how long?" He asked. "Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly. "I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother." "You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother? "You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

From the very beginning, Rufus Carter was in love with Leanor Ford. At the age of seventeen, Rufus was already known for his towering height, costly lifestyle, and aloof attitude. Unfortunately, Rufus was left motherless at an early age, and this year, his father decided to remarry, making Leanor's mother his new stepmother. As if fate wanted to play a twisted game, Rufus turned eighteen and found out that Leanor was his mate - adding a new level of complexity to their already complicated situation.

A magnificent mansion, elegantly adorned bedrooms, and a graceful Claire Davis gazing at her refined reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. Her features were delicate, and her eyes were as dark as black grapes, brimming with vitality. Claire silently observed her own reflection for a while before standing up. Dressed in a light blue sweetheart neckline gown, she descended the staircase slowly. Today was her mother's wedding, and she was the bridesmaid. As she turned the corner of the staircase platform, pacing back and forth, Claire collided with the groomsman—her new stepbrother and her stepfather's eldest son, Lysander.

Great just do this for me and more money will be in your bank account, "Martha said smiling to herself and walked down the stairs only to stop when she found her stepmom standing there "I'll call you later…keep me posted," she said seriously and disconnected the call "hey stepmom…anything the matter?" she asked still smiling but Marlene didn't smile as she kept a straight face "Who are you sending money to…Martha, what's going on?"Marlene asked, looking at her with narrowed eyes. Martha scoffed disdainfully as she played with her phone carelessly

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.