The Good Stepmother Novels & Stories

You followed me in my craziness without asking too many questions and I appreciated that you didn't, because I wasn't ready to tell you. My escape was not something immature and childish, the truth is that it was the only provisional option I saw. But as every temporary option has its expiration date, this plan's expiration date has already arrived. Anyway, I knew it was not going to last long. The thing is, what's going to happen after that? Most likely nothing good. Mrs. Bogdanov whom you knew as "my mother" is actually my stepmother. And the truth is, she is a bad combination of Cinderella's stepmother and Ursula from the little mermaid.

The children seemed very curious about me, so as soon as they sat down they excitedly began asking. "Lilya, is your stepmother at home today? I heard she is very beautiful and good at cooking, right? Do you call her mom?" "I heard in fairy tales, stepmothers are very evil and always jealous, causing trouble for their husband's children. Is your stepmother a bad person? Is she like in those stories?" I laughed. These children were quite lively and had very cute thoughts. I opened the refrigerator to take out cake and milk to bring to them when I suddenly heard Lilya sigh, followed by a tone full of disgust.

"Do you really want to know the truth?" My stepmother’s voice slithered through the darkened chamber, curling around me like a serpent. I clenched my fists. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t." She smiled—a slow, deliberate expression that sent a shiver down my spine. Her silver robes shimmered under the candlelight, making her look every bit the powerful enchantress she had always claimed to be. The woman who had stolen my father’s will murdered my mother, and crushed me beneath her heel now held the final answers I needed.

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

“My step grandmother had everyone in her little finger. She was the owner of the company. My father was only the face. She spent twenty years like this until she met her death. It was after her death that my father was freed. The woman, despite her evildoing, was pitiful. She did not give her shares and properties to any other person than my father. She apologised and told him how he had lighted up her boring and pitiful life.” “Jeez! That is totally absurd!” I exclaimed. “I hate villains like this from stories or movies. If you choose to be bad, take it to the end. I once watched a movie and this particular villain has always been escaping death by begging his enemies. He was really evil to

She then smiled shyly and left. Her gesture caught me off guard, filling me with a surge of excitement. It was a clear sign—she cared for me just as deeply as I cared for her. Perhaps dating her was the best decision; it would bring me closer to my children. For the first time in what felt like forever, the prospect of peace and happiness seemed within reach. ******* "How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son!" Stephanie, my stepmother, roared immediately as I stepped into the mansion. The mansion is just a five-minute drive from mine; it's a larger and grander version of mine.

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.

She whimpered. “Ok…” I just nodded. I felt happy, finally, josh got someone who is so much in love with him. She is his stepdaughter, but the love they are sharing is incredible. He is so possessive of her that if she asked for a moon he will try everything to give her the moon. I was happy, at least someone has a family.

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?

Her perfume hit the air, sweet and poisonous. “Finally,” she sighed, waving her hand dismissively. “I thought you’d all start without me.” Hailey’s mother stiffened. “You,” she whispered. “Why are you here?” The stepmother laughed softly, brushing imaginary dust off her coat. “Why?” she repeated. “Because this is a business of power, sweetheart. And I won’t let you threaten my position. I won’t let you be richer. I won’t let you rise above us while we’re mere millionaires.”