The Stepmother Book 소설 & 이야기

Of the storm in my blood, the power her lineage had passed down but never wanted to claim. Something inside me snapped. My eyes burned and then changed. I felt it,cold, electric, and ancient. My mother screamed. She stumbled back, hand flying to her mouth. “Your eyes… they’re...” “Leave, I don't want to harm you." She stared at me like I was a ghost. Like I was a monster. And then she ran. Five minutes later, the door opened again. This time around, it was my stepmother. She stood in the doorway, elegant as ever, eyes sharp, mouth curled in a faint, condescending smile.

I thought I was going to be alone with my thoughts, but suddenly the door opened again and I saw Elle strolling in. "Elle," I croaked. "The one and only," she beamed at me. "I thought you must be bored out of your mind here, so I even brought you some nail polish. But guess who I just ran into outside? Your step-lover! I guess you won't even need these, huh?" she chuckled. "Sheez, Elle," "I get what you mean though, if that was my stepbrother, I'd bone him too," "Elle!" I hissed. "Keep it in your pants, will ya? This is a family-run facility,"

It makes me itch and worry that he’ll touch me in more ways than just adjusting my bonds. Catherine breathes in, then lets out a long sigh out, a smile beginning to take over her entire face. She’s not even pretty, she’s nothing but the epitome of an evil stepmother. Cinderella’s stepmother must have taken inspiration from Catherine because no one could possibly top this.

And I made sure they knew how much of a monster they had made me. Years ago, my stepmother and I argued over something I hardly remember. She followed me up the stairs to my room. She yelled, cursed, and wished for my death. To my horror, she accidentally slipped and tumbled down the staircase, resulting in her miscarriage. They convicted me of ten years in prison after that horrible incident. My father didn’t even give me a chance to plead my case. It was too late when I found out it was all planned so my stepmother could get rid of me and make her firstborn the sole heir of the Pack.

The room was filling with thick, black smoke, and I could hear the hungry crackle of flames outside. Fire! I scrambled to the door, pounding on it with all my might. "Help! Let me out!" No response. The smoke grew thicker, choking me. My lungs burned. Just then, I heard my stepmother's voice from the other side. "Naomi! I know you're in there!" "Getting out is simple. Just agree to one thing!" I froze. "What?" "Tomorrow, in front of everyone, you will admit that you cannot cure a lost wolf!"

Her stepmother was a person who wasn't mature enough or conscious enough to bear the responsibility of having step children. Negative thoughts flooded her mind but she disregarded it and focused on the positive. Instead of letting her dad die a bachelor she would help him find a match. Also this time she can pick her stepmother. She stood up and walked to the small table. She got a piece of paper and wrote down traits and characteristics of a perfect wife and stepmother. After rewriting her list over and over again. She finally finished it. The List Traits of a match for Alphonse Monroe *A good person

Zeke lay at my feet, broken and defeated, his once-mighty army scattered to the winds. With a satisfied smirk, I surveyed the scene before me, relishing in the sweet taste of victory. At that moment, I was not just a prince, I was a force of nature, a predator unleashed, and none would dare challenge my dominance again. "Stop!! Stop!!! Stop it right now I command you!" My stepmother's voice cut through the chaos, her frantic steps echoing across the courtyard as she rushed to her son's side. Clutching him tightly, she wailed before fixing me with a venomous glare. "How dare you, Bastard! How dare you harm your brother!" she spat, her words dripping with contempt.

The one who treated me like I was contagious, like I was filth infecting her perfect world. Before I could respond, the door burst open. She stormed in, dressed in a flowing deep-purple robe, her black eyes flashing with venom. Her lips were painted blood red, but there was nothing royal about the way she marched up to me. “You this stupid orphan,” she snarled, her voice loud enough to wake the spirits. “You think because you’re now your stepfather’s mate, you’re above everyone?” My hands slowly dropped from my face. I turned and looked her straight in the eye.

I don’t even know anymore. Then I remembered the message I got last night. My stepmother. Begging. I scoffed so hard when I read it. She actually said they were about to be evicted. That she needed my help. What happened to her being the wicked witch who swore I’d never amount to anything and that they will take everything from me? Did she wake up with a conscience? Yeah, right. I’m not falling for that. They’ve been quiet all this while, and I want them to stay that way.

So why not brag about her dress at least? Little Flora was happy. She didn’t feel happy for years! But all of that got shattered when she heard violent knocks on the door: “You filthy winch! Open the f*cking door!” yelled her stepmother. Flora knew it, Bianca must have discovered the absence of her dress. Flora quickly hid under the bed. After minutes, the stepmother got the double key from the butler and opened the door. “You pig! How dare you steal my daughter's belongings!” She pulled the crying kid from under the bed and slapped her mercilessly: “I am sorry Madam! I just needed a dress for the school celebration! I promise I won't do it again!” The vicious stepmother didn’t care about th