Toxic Bad Stepmom Quotes Novels & Stories

"Because you live alone now does not mean, I cannot do anything to you. You are still mine and mine alone, you're mine to use and bully no one is going to do anything about it, even your weak mum!" "That's what you thought, but I'm here to show everyone the monster that you really are. You're going to pay for whatever you and your mother did to me and my mother, you're going to pay for coming into our happy home and ruining it all. You're going to pay for ever being my step sister!". "And who is going to have your back? Nobody Lisa. Dad hates the sight of you and your mother over there trying to fight for her space in the house, is just a useless puppet for my mother. You're weak and you can

How could people be so cruel? Lena had grabbed the remote and switched off the tv when I couldn’t help but watch the sick news. “It will fuck you up! Stop watching this shit!” she had shouted at me. “What she said was a lie” A voice booms from the door and I stiffen. Fucking great! It’s my stepmom. Joy. All she bought in my life was misery. She is an influential woman. She often gets her way with dad. Dad loves her, maybe that’s why.

I turned around, watching her walk inside, she glared at me before getting to her son, hugging him, kissing him on the top of his head. She then turn towards me again "what are you waiting for? get out" She seethed and I rolled my eyes and didn't say anything. I started to walk but before I could step out of the room, I heard a low growl "stop" he said, his voice hard. I turn around, biting on my inner cheek. "You can't insult my wife in her own room, mom" He said to his step mother and she looked at him agaped. "You had an accident because of this wench, Abram" she gritted out and my jaw locked. Why does she hate me? Oh, I put his stupid son in coma and ruined his ability to procreate.

My stepmom shot me hateful look but I didn't move the slightest bit. "Fucking witch. Soon, you will be down in the grave just like that fool of a Luna you called mother," she said with so much hate and anger in her voice. "Now, get to the fucking kitchen and do all the fucking dishes. That will be your punishment," she growled.

As she plated the food, her phone buzzed on the counter. Her stomach dropped when she saw the name. Stepmother. Zara’s hand trembled as she picked up. Before she could speak, her stepmother’s voice erupted, venomous and loud: “Is it your mission to ruin this family? Are you so desperate for attention?” Zara froze, pressing the phone tighter to her ear. “I know you didn’t walk into that marriage on your own will, but you’re here now, so the least you can do is respect us. If I hear one more bad thing about you if I hear one more whisper of shame I swear I’ll kill myself!”

ROSALINE’S POV “You are a heartless bitch. You should have just died along with your miserable mother. Why are you still living and tormenting my son? Just die, you whore,” my stepmom spat venom. Initially, I thought of brushing it off and heading to work, but the mention of my late mother as ‘miserable’ struck a nerve. I could put up with being called a bitch, a whore, or whatever, but insulting my late mother is something I can never accept.

I shook my head and said, “I don’t know. She packed up and left.” He was about to walk away but suddenly stopped. He pointed at his own face and asked, “What happened to your face?” Then, I remembered what Scarlett had said about me. She called me a stray dog that no one wanted and said I should be the one leaving. So, I told my dad, “Stepmom did this. She called me a bastard, a stray dog that no one wants, and told me to leave the house.” Yes, I held grudges. Even the smallest unfairness made me angry, and I blew it out of proportion.

I made the point discreetly yet clear that it wasn't that I didn't want to go to the party, but I wasn't allowed to, and I had to obey her step-mother. All that, at present, felt sorry for me. And they were filled with rage at the simple mention of working overtime. In the capitalist world, everyone would collectively agree that they hate the word overtime. 'What a terrible step-mother Mrs. Hall is!' I could hear them saying that just by looking at their faces. Yes, she is a big fat liar. She says she loves her step-daughter like her own. How is that possible at all?! She's fooling all of you. There’s a saying that an evil step-mother is just an evil step-mother at the end of the day.

Even though it was a bit difficult, he could handle it if he told him everything. "Hmm, your stepmom is really bad. It's a good thing your mom isn't as bad as my mom, because if she is, I'm going to run away! It's better to sleep on the street than to live with that kind of person, I can't even deal with someone like that!" "Gosh, the non-plastic has spoken. You're so plastic they can throw you in the trashcan." John listening. do these two really hate each other? I remembered Camille's story back then that she hated a man because he thought of a child.

He never failed to make her feel horrible about her chubby size and he made her life so miserable that she took her own life— “So sorry stepbro, it slipped from my hands.” Jackson laughed, his words mocking me and I sucked in a sharp breath before I continued walking into my room, each step feeling heavier than the last. “Don’t be such a bully, Jackie, he's gonna cry soon.” I heard my stepmom say as their laughter rang across the room but I didn't stop or try to turn around.