Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

Even little Leo was fully focused on him as if he could understand what was being discussed. "You said that... that that demon I married... she told you to leave, didn't she?" "Yes," Mara nodded, her mind flashing back to when her stepmother had warned her at the hospital to stay away from them completely. "She made it clear that you had found out that you're not my father. She said nasty things about my late mother and said I should never come near you guys ever again."

She called out, grabbing my father's arm. Getting married, giving birth to a male heir, is that only I can do? No, I can't show my emotions. Weaknesses are not allowed. I tried to keep myself calm, hiding my shaking hand. “If you want me to do my job properly, then do yours-” My words were cut short when I had a sharp stinging pain on my right cheek, my stepmother's face filled with horror before worry gushed over her evergreen face as she ran up to me.

She’s contagious. “Fine,” he said, grabbing his jacket. “Die alone. I’m out.” But just as he turned to leave, her voice called him back. “I was thirteen when my mom ditched me and my brother for some guy. My dad brought in a stepmother, and she brought a son—seven years older than me.” Marvin stopped.

BACK TO PRESENT Stella sighed. "How lustful my father is to even go after such an elderly woman whose as old his mother. How crazy my stepmother is of my father. How overprotective she is of him, yet she can't even caught him cheating on her. Fucking hell. The drama. Man, these people are sick! Cruel, wicked, sinful, and lustful.” She tilted her head into the door.

I slammed my fist onto the table, barely able to contain my rage. “There’s nothing I can do, Henry; he married Sol. Besides, your stepmother is a good person—” "Even you, uncle? You fell for the act of that gold-digging maid my father married?!" Uncle Roberto sighed and slowly adjusted his glasses, trying to calm me down. "Henry, calm down. Solana is kind. Yes, she used to be a maid here, but she’s a good girl. She took care of your father, and—”

I shivered in his arms, pressing my body closer. “Mom would want you to be happy, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “She asked me to take care of you too. She wouldn’t want you lonely… or aching like this.” Miles looked at me with such intense hunger that my pussy clenched hard, dripping even more, I felt sticky fluid in my thighs. He pulled me harder against him, grinding his thick cock against my soft thigh. “I’m your stepfather, Michela. I’m more than twice your age. I should be protecting you, not losing control every time you look at me like that.”

Slipping through halls, she found an old service passage that twisted into forgotten corners. Voices stopped her. She hid in the shadows, heart racing. “…Please, Kieran,” a woman begged. “Let’s do it tonight. Sergei’s gone for months.” Her robe slid from her shoulders. Avery gagged silently. The woman was old enough to be his mother. Kieran’s voice was icy. “You’re disgusting, stepmother. Go screw your sons.” Avery’s eyes widened. Stepmother?! Something shifted under her foot, and it clattered loudly. The woman gasped.

"I used to be your ex-girlfriend. Now I'm your stepmother." I leaned in slightly. My red lips parted, speaking words that shattered him. "Know your place. Don't be stupid enough to cross a line you can't uncross." "You want to act like some twisted pervert? Ask your father first if he's okay with that." Ethan's pupils shrank to pinpricks. He looked like he couldn't process it. Like he'd been struck by lightning. Blood rushed to his head, then drained away in an instant. Stepmother?

Of course Drexon would insist on nothing less than perfection, even for this farce of a wedding. The forced applause that followed our exchange of rings might as well have been crickets chirping for all I cared. The deed was done. I was now Luneth Moreaux—a name that tasted like victory and vengeance on my tongue. The Moreaux matriarch approached, her cane tapping against the marble. "You've walked alone too long, my son," she told Drexon, her wrinkled hand patting his arm. "Perhaps this one will prove herself worthy." Her gaze flicked to me, dripping with condescension.

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.