The Good Stepmother Novels & Stories

Stepsister said this while enraged. "Oh shut up, he is also your father." stepmother scolded her. "Oh yes, he is not my own father, but he is my stepfather. I still tell you that he loves his dearest daughter more than me. " Stepsister said, folding her hands around her arms. "Shut up! He loves you too, but one thing is right: Samantha is his real daughter, so you have to try to stay close to your father and turn his love on you." stepmother said.

"You're trying to hypnotize me with these heels!? If you madly want to steal me from my mate, then learn to be like him! So your only problem is... you can never be like him!" I was frozen when someone from behind pointed an ax at my throat! Afvshaganifs fixes himself again and grabs a tight hold on my ankles when I attempt to kick him. "The more you resist, the more I've come to like you, lady. Did you know the story of a poor maid persecuted by her stepmother? The prince wore the missing pair to the maid and when it fits, they live happily ever after," he gabs further. Now he's wearing the left pair on my foot! And then what? We will live happily ever after in his fishy ship!?

“And he didn’t like learning I was the stepdaughter of his nemesis. So, now do you see why I ran off as soon as I realized who he was that night? I knew he wouldn’t like learning my connection to her. As soon as I learned who he was, I knew. And I swear, I didn’t know it was him in that courtyard before we started talking. Except, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t believe me. That’s basically what he told me this morning, anyway, when I finally confessed who I was. He thinks I knew all along and that I’m up to something tricky and bad. So, yeah, I’m the anti-Christ to him now. Just like my stepmother.” “Well, that’s just ridiculous,” Gabby claimed, shaking her head. “You’re the epitome of goodness

Sitting, I can now see her clothes. Stepmother has dressed smartly for the outside. Her dress is a light blue velvet with sleeves lined in white rabbit fur. And a white stout fur shawl hangs loosely from her shoulders. Stepmother has always been beautiful. But she has gone the extra mile by adorning herself in jewels befitting her status. Gold emerald earrings dangle from her ears that match the brooch on her neck. She doesn’t have the crown on but it doesn't change anything. Just the way she carries herself reeks of royal radiance.

“What else can I do, I am but a small fish at the mercy of big shark.” John scratched his head first. “Let me opened your eyes to thing you don’t understand.” “I am listening sir.” Alexis said and she became so focused. “I don’t know about this your so called stepmother, but don’t you think that the evil woman you called your stepmother knew that you own the greater percentage on your parent belongings, she knew that you are the heiress to your parent empire, so she is trying to force to force you out, without even trying to dirty her hand.”

The confession slipped out, vulnerable and true. My quiet personality cracked open, enough to let him peek inside the storm I’d hidden for years. He stepped closer, towering over me, that commanding presence making my knees weak. “This is dangerous, princess. I’m your stepfather. Your mother…” “Mom’s not here,” I whispered, bold from the whiskey and the pressing desires he’d left me with since the sleepwalking night. I set my glass down and reached for his hand. “Dance with me? Just for a minute. The weather is too cold to ignore.”

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.''

Because my father saw me, I approached him. "You visited for, how long?" He asked. "Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly. "I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother." "You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother? "You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"

She said, “This is a gift for you. Take it.” She gave me a phone. It was the latest model. It was expensive and cost over 4,000 dollars. The shiny phone seemed to sparkle, and I could not take my eyes off it. My eyes, my head, and even my hands were out of control. So, I shamefully accepted her gift. And in return, I called her “Stepmom.” My dad relaxed, and Scarlett turned to him with a smug smile.

And of course, she appeared. My stepmother moved in like she owned the room even when there was no room left to own. Perfect posture, perfect smile, perfect poison hidden behind both. “Oh my dear Aurora,” she cooed, her voice sweet enough to rot teeth. Aurora blinked slowly, trying to focus, but the alcohol had already pulled her somewhere far away from here. She swayed slightly against my side, not responding the way she should have. My stepmother’s eyes flicked over her with thinly veiled judgment. “You won’t even let me greet my own daughter in law when she’s… clear minded?” she said softly, tilting her head as if she were disappointed, but there was satisfaction under it. Sharp and delib