Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

She frowned and said in displeasure, "It's none of your business where I go!" "How dare you! I'm your mother! How could you speak to me like that?" Rachel scolded her harshly. She had reached Janet. Janet flared up at once and yelled, "Shut up! You're not my mother! You're only my stepmother! You're my father's second wife!" "You're getting worse and worse with how rude you are to your elders! Your father's in a coma right now, so I'll teach you a proper lesson on respecting elders on his behalf!" Rachel was furious. She raised a hand to slap Janet.

“I refused to let you mark me, and also refused to run away with you. You felt rejected, so you decided to hook up with your chosen mate to feel wanted. I totally get it.” “No, no, I would never do that to you. I don’t even like her!” “I’m not mad, Theo. You were just fulfilling your obligations as the prince of Castillo Tribe. As your stepmother, I’m very proud of the step that you’ve taken.” Stepmother? Was this some sort of joke? “It may seem as though my peace around here has been compromised as well. I’ll leave now, and I would appreciate it if you do not follow me.” Even if I wanted to follow her, that thought died immediately when she showed that creepy smile again.

Christy snorted, " Is that a threat coming from you, Mayor?" She stood up looking at Jack whom she had a blood relationship with, there was only icy cold in her eyes as she opened her mouth." Jack Brown, we need to make something clear. First of all, this woman is not my stepmother, second, I have nothing to do with her making concessions. All I want right now is for her to get down on her knees and apologise to my mother a hundred times," She paused before she continued.

Sophie was in high spirits, as usual. “So,” Sophie said with a mischievous grin as they reached the lecture hall. “Tell me more about your stepfather. After seeing him the other day, I have been wanting to ask about him. He is so hot. Like, seriously. If he wasn’t your stepdad, I might be interested. That silver-fox thing he has going on? Total daddy material.” Monalisa’s cheeks burned. “Sophie!” “What? I’m just saying. He’s tall, muscular, that commanding presence… total fantasy material.”

Her eyes glowed with that same unnatural golden color I’d seen in the mountain. I didn't really understand the connection between these two. They both wanted the same thing and they were willing to work together to get it then tear each other apart when it comes to whom should wield it. It was sickening and I never thought that my father would side with someone like her. He was a totally different person. All because of what? Power? “Son,” Victor said with a cold smile. “You’ve been busy. Breeding your stepsister like a good Alpha should.”

He walks to the counter and slides a manila folder toward me. "Michaela Marcus? Gloria's daughter?" My stomach drops. The bread dough suddenly feels heavy in my hands. "Who's asking?" "I am. On behalf of my client." He taps the folder with one finger. His nails are clean and trimmed. Everything about him is precise and controlled. "Your mother married a man named Richard Moore six months ago. Three weeks after the wedding, she transferred forty-seven million dollars from his accounts and disappeared." I wipe my hands on my apron, leaving flour streaks across the yellow flowers. "I haven't spoken to my mother in eight months. I don't know anything about this."

Xyla was utterly speechless. Mother? Was she worthy of that title? “You’re not worthy,” Jeremy snapped coldly. That one sentence was enough to put Xyla at ease. “Alright then. Stan, we met yesterday. I’m May Conner, Xyla’s stepmother. Welcome to our home,” said May, grinning. She was completely unfazed by Jeremy, unleashing her shamelessness to its full potential. It was impossible to tell that she had been at odds with them just yesterday.

“Tell me what you want me to do honey. Beg for it! Say it!” ‘Why don't you kneel and show me how good you are and make me happy? Suck it!” Suck, what?! I have seen a sex scene when my mom was raped. But I don't understand what should be sucked. “Faster! Be my slave and treat me like a king. “ “Get enough of me! Ugh! So good.” With stealth, I carefully reach the doorknob, twist it, and push the door without making a sound.

“Thank God. I would’ve burned everything down otherwise.” I laugh, slow and tired and real, and let Cole guide me further inside. He looks proud of Steph, of the house, of me. Of all of it. His parents are already here, his mother perched gracefully on the sofa, his father standing nearby, glass of sparkling water in hand. “This is lovely,” his mother says warmly, pulling me into a careful hug. “Steph has outdone herself.” Steph places a hand over her heart. “Validation received.” Sawyer arrives next, with Jasmin in tow. Jasmin is sixteen and unapologetically herself, arms crossed, expression permanently unimpressed by everything except the people she actually likes. She makes a face the mom

Suddenly, she scoffed, and then her eyes were fixed sternly on me. "Oh, I see where this is going. You are trying to make advances on your stepfather. I knew that you were a little whore. Slut! I had known this all along! Always stealing the attention of the men in my life! You did that when I was with your father, and now that he's dead, you have set your sights on your stepfather. You're a sick child!" My fists clenched as rage rushed through me. “Don't you dare call me a slut! If anything, it should be you. You have a daughter, but you still feel it's okay to go man-hopping. You should be ashamed!”