Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

Jake’s uncle says calmly. “I still believe the late alpha would ne-“ The beta didn’t get to complete his words as Jake cut him off “That’s enough. I’ll decide if what she’s saying is true or not.” His voice deep and authoritative, leaving no room for arguments. "What’s your mother’s name?” He asked the lady. “Melinda.” She replied. I could tell she was uncomfortable after all she’s been subjected to this whole thing. "Melinda?” Jake whispered. “This is so weird.” Dario whispered again. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Are we going to stand here all day? Aren't we going in?" Marco chuckled and started the car. "You're right. Let's go in." ~~~ After they got out of the car, they made their way to the mansion's back garden, where the family was already waiting. The moment Marcello caught sight of Silvia, his stepmother, from a distance, he slowed his steps and froze, as if unable to move forward. Memories of the past surged through his mind, and Silvia stood at the center of them, the villain of his story.

On those lips, he ran his sinful tongue to keep them wet and he made them more kissable with the glistening of his saliva and I had to gulp my lust down. My mother again repeated her question when I didn’t answer her, “ tell me what are you doing here, when I clearly told you to never come back?!” Her tone was fierce, it was nothing like her sweet loving tone. I looked into her eyes to see if she really was my mother because my mother would never raise her voice at her only daughter. My mother was the exact copy of Charlotte Richards from the Lucifer series, in short, she was a hot mess with a perfect body and a perfect height of 5’9.

Malachar took off his skates and sat on a bench to wear his shoes. I just stood there, as awkward as a scarecrow, musing over my fucked up life. “Great, then. Have you uh met Ms. Rosier? She’s the documentarian incharge of the new project I spoke to you about at Sandy’s—“ “It’s Mrs. Kane. And of course, I’ve met my step mom, coach.” Malachar’s eyes bored pits into my soul, yet I couldn’t read him. Stetson looked utterly confused. “Step mom?” He turned to me just as Malachar stood up to leave. “Is this true?”

“If that’s so, you can add her to the register and proclaim my wife as the hair to D&D.” Her stepmother jumped up, ignoring her father’s look to remain calm. “Never. It’s not going to ever happen. I told you, Stan. She is just like her mother; a snake. She is trying to take over the company and that’s why she is pretending to want to know more about her mother.”

his secretary’s squeaky voice stammered through the intercom. “What?” he growled. “Uh…your mother called.” “STEP-mother,” he corrected her, rubbing at his temple again. His stepmother, a thirty-year-old actress wannabe was a gold-digging whore who only married his father for the sake of money. And she was close to making her dream come true. His father went senile a year after they got married and she’d somehow manipulated his old man to change his will. If he didn’t act sooner, his family legacy and Winters Architecture, the country’s biggest and most influential architectural firm would fall into the hands of an airhead.

At the sight of me, her expression hardened, transforming into a mask of barely contained rage. “You!” she snapped, rising to her feet. “Open this door right now! I need to give her food!” I folded my arms, a smirk playing on my lips. “Oh, stepmother, I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice dripping with mock sincerity. “But nobody can release your precious Mara without my permission.” Her face twisted with fury. “You stupid girl!” she spat. “She’s your sister! This revenge of yours has gone too far! I just want to give her food, that’s all!”

stepmother retorted. "The marriage has been arranged to take place in three days. Start getting prepared," Father ordered firmly. I was surprised to see him acting so coldly towards Debra. This had never happened before. Debra stood up angrily pushing her chair aside. It fell onto the floor with a loud crash. "I'm never getting married to Prince Keith. Never!" she yelled and stormed out of the room. "You have to reconsider this," my stepmum said to my father as she hurriedly followed after Debra. The room fell into total silence. I gently stood up, my chair screeching against the floor.

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''