The Good Stepmother 소설 & 이야기

The woman’s expression was perfectly poised, like a serpent with pearls. She extended her gloved hand slightly, not to Jenna, but in a sweeping gesture that commanded attention. “Oh, where are my manners?” she said, her voice smooth and full of condescension. “I’m Kaelion’s stepmother.” Jenna blinked, her polite smile faltering.

"She'll be your stepmother. She's not your real mother. Didn't your father tell you?" When the other children heard the word 'stepmother,' they started commenting on it. "Ken in the class next door has a stepmother! She beats up children! It's really scary!" "The queen in Snow White is her stepmother! She gave her the poison apple." "Poor Britney, she has a stepmother …" Soon, everyone looked at Britney with a sympathetic gaze. After Britney found out about the vicious stepmother story, she became so frightened that she sobbed. "No! I don't want a poisoned apple …"

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—”

"She said, 'Dear child, remain pious and good, and then God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you.' Then she closed her eyes and departed this life. The little girl went every day to her mother's grave and wept, and she remained pious and good." At first, Thea seemed wide awake, occasionally sniffling and commenting on the story. "Cinderella is so sad, losing her mother when she was so little. She's just like Thea, so unfortunate." "Cinderella was so kind—why did her stepmother and stepsisters have to be mean to her and hurt her?" "Thea doesn't want a stepmother. Stepmothers are all bad. Thea only wants Auntie. Auntie won't hurt Thea. Auntie is good

I get to my feet and mumble, "Come inside." My stepmother enters, draped in a long turquoise gown, her favorite color. Her dark hair is tousled down her back and she has a habit of running her fingers through it repeatedly. A maid is by her side, a frightened look plastered on her face. "Your lover is here to meet you," she tells me. I scowl at the bitterness in her voice, but my voice is composed when I reply, "Let him inside." She fixes a stern look on me and then crossing the distance between us, she holds my face in her hand, her fingernails digging in my cheeks. "Don't even try anything foolish, girl. I have all of my eyes and ears on you."

"But what if he recognizes you?" "We never met face to face, so he won't recognize me." Shina said, "I will be right back, make sure that Zick is there."She rose off the chair and rushed to her room. ….. In an ostentatious and grandiose mansion, a woman in her early 70s sat on the couch with an air of superiority. She was the old madam William, a queen of Beauty and wealth. Despite her age, she still possessed a striking appearance with her long black hair, round face, big brown eyes, and an unwavering attitude.

“Jealous, are we?” “Of course not.” She turned around in his arms to look at him. Her stepfather was an incredibly good-looking man, and the aura that shrouded him made him even more desirable. She could see the lust in his eyes, could tell by how dark his pupils were. He leaned down to kiss her, and she let him.

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."

“Crooked nose?” “You did not see it?” she asked. “It bends to the left like it is tired of standing straight.” Despite how tired I was, I let out a small breath that could have been a laugh. Then I took the cup of water from her tray. “My stepmother is here,” I said quietly. Paula froze. “Here?” “Yes.” She lowered her voice immediately. “With your stepsister too?” “Yes.” She pressed her lips together. “They went to the Queen Mother first,” I added.

Her eyes darted around, never daring to look at Dad. Dad sat beside her like an iron tower, silent, but the pressure he gave off felt like a storm about to break, the atmosphere in the room turning cold. I sat obediently on a small stool, swinging my short legs, even humming a nursery rhyme our kindergarten teacher had just taught us. “What are you singing?” Mary suddenly asked, her voice hoarse. I smiled sweetly at her. “The one my teacher taught us. It’s called My Good Mom.” Mary’s face turned paper-white in an instant.