The Stepmother Likes Harem Novel Spoilers の小説・ストーリー

“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.

I step off the boat and follow Magnus to solid ground and towards the village. As we approached the gate to where the great hall stands, I see that Magnus has stopped and is standing on the trail. Reaching him, I smell the distinctive scent of my stepmother and her daughters. Just as he tells me that “She’s here,” the woman in question steps out of the great hall. Placing Isla on the ground in front of me, I nuzzle her neck and whisper in her ear, “Act like you like me.” Her hand moved to mine on her hip and linked our fingers together. That small motion gave me hope. I look at my stepmother and the two daughters that follow her everywhere. The smile falters when she sees the woman in front

I thought of the way he looked at me, the way he keeps trying to control me, how he moves around the house like he's been there ever since. "I want to have sex," I repeated, my voice dropping its playful edge, becoming entirely serious. "And I need my dear stepfather to catch me in it."

And there, in her eyes, I saw a wicked glimmer—a glimmer that I now recognized as a reflection of my past encounters with my step-grandmother. The memories flooded back—the cruel words, the scornful looks, and the wicked schemes. She had always despised my mother, her stepdaughter, and I and my twin brother were a reminder of the life she had tried to erase. So, she had taken me, imprisoned me in this haunting castle, all the while masquerading as the alluring Vampire Queen. I found my voice, trembling as I spoke, "Elara… you are my step-grandmother, aren't you? The one they spoke of in hushed whispers, the one they feared?"

She pressed on, “I heard he’s set to marry another woman. Aren’t you afraid he’s just playing with you? I’m only expressing concern as your stepmother.” ‘Stepmother…’ I turned to her, my expression sharp with disdain. “Cristina,” I began coldly, “my father was right; you desperately need to learn proper etiquette. I thought you would have picked up some by now... I was in a seven-year relationship with Kyros, and he still managed to play me. Do you really think your ‘concern’ for me carries any weight when you didn’t utter a single word about Kyros’ cheating scandal? And please don’t refer to yourself as my stepmother because, in this story, I am the evil queen.”

The memories from the conversation with my stepmother began to flood back, and I felt myself slipping into that terrible moment again, replaying her words in my mind as they resurfaced in painful clarity. Flashback I recalled the way my stepmother had looked at me—her gaze predatory, filled with a cruel satisfaction that sent chills down my spine. She had smiled as if savoring a long-awaited victory, her voice a cold whisper. “You were lucky back then, you know?” she said, her tone almost playful. “Those three rogue wolves… they should’ve killed you. Imagine my disappointment when they failed and you somehow escaped to this pack.” The realization of her intent hit me hard. “The rogues… You s

“ Okay…’’ I tried to speak. “ What kind? And how is that possible? Who cast a spell on him?’’ “ your stepmother.’’ Now that was new. “What do you mean?’’ “ I mean that your step mother is a witch. Just like the woman in the dungeons. She is not only responsible for trying to be with my cousin and making him fall in love with your stepsister…’’ “Wait, wait, what are you talking about?’’ I got up from the bed as I brought my fingers over my hair feeling rather frustrated and confused. it didn't make sense. I felt as if I was bombarded with a lot of information that I just couldn't know how to handle. Everything was happening too quickly and everything was going wrong. “I have lived with my ste

"You have the one thing I’ve wanted since I was a child. I want the rage. I want the obsession. I want him to look at me with that terrifying hunger instead of that pathetic adoration. I watched him through the hallway window earlier. I saw the way he dragged you into the shadows. He’s risking everything—the family business, his father’s wrath, his own reputation—just to get inside you. He’s playing with fire, and he’s doing it for you." She stands up, pacing the small room like a caged animal. "It’s forbidden. It’s disgusting. You’re his stepmother. But the danger just makes him harder, doesn't it? He’s so close to being caught every time he touches you, and he still does it. He still choos

I couldn’t help but wonder when this series of misfortune would come to an end, silently pleading with the moon goddess. Tears welled up and streamed down my cheeks, distorting the reflection I could no longer bear to confront. My hair, once a source of pride and dignity, had become just another casualty of my stepmother's cruelty. She had taken everything from me—my family, my happily ever after, the dream of a fairytale wedding, the loyal people who had faithfully served us, and even my deceased father's honor. The Ironwolf and my malevolent stepmother had left me with nothing. I felt utterly depleted, my will to live extinguished.

“If that’s so, you can add her to the register and proclaim my wife as the hair to D&D.” Her stepmother jumped up, ignoring her father’s look to remain calm. “Never. It’s not going to ever happen. I told you, Stan. She is just like her mother; a snake. She is trying to take over the company and that’s why she is pretending to want to know more about her mother.”