A Stepmother Marchen Novels & Stories

bujuk Sofia El menggeleng cepat. “No, Mom.” Sofia mendesah kasar. Dia tahu El anak yang seperti apa. Anak itu begitu keras kepala, mewarisi sifat yang ada dalam dirinya. Melihat hal itu Kenzo segera mendekatkan bibirnya ke telinga anak berumur empat tahun tersebut, dan membisikkan sesuatu. Entah apa yang dibisikkan oleh Kenzo, Sofia dapat melihat El yang mengangguk antusias sembari tersenyum lebar, jangan lupakan tangannya yang menutup mulut yang hampir berteriak.

Dia adalah ayah mertuaku! Aku menggigit bibirku, dengan wajah canggung aku menoleh ke belakang melihat ayah mertua yang wajahnya memerah. Dengan suara kecil aku berkata, "A... Ayah, ini... aku Anna." Setelah mendengarnya, wajah ayah mertua menjadi pucat pasi. Dia mundur beberapa langkah dengan cepat, lalu menarik ritsleting celananya sambil tertawa kikuk.

tegas Ethan seraya menghalangi jalan mommy untuk tidak pergi. “Ethan, mulai sekarang aku adalah mertuamu. Kau tidak memiliki hak untuk mengaturku lagi!” Mommy menatap Ethan dengan tajam. Namun, aku dapat merasakan kesedihan yang begitu mendalam di hati mommy. Ethan langsung terdiam mendengar ucapan mommy. Ia mengacak rambutnya frustasi dan mengalihkan pandangannya mencoba menahan air matanya. Aku berjalan menghampiri mommy dan memeluknya dengan erat. Aku tidak mau mommy pergi dari rumah ini, namun aku juga tidak mau melihat mommy terus bersedih jika setiap harus melihatku dan Ethan sebagai pasangan suami-istri.

"Mewakili mama dan papa menghadiri pesta pernikahan. "Kapan?" "Akhir pekan ini." "Aku masih ada di luar kota, Ma. Lusa baru pulang." "It's oke. Yang penting, hari Sabtu, kamu bisa datang ke pesta itu dan sampaikan salam mama dan papa." "Oke, Ma." "Kamu berangkat dengan ... ?"

“You have two choices, Emma marry Damien Blackwood… or walk out of this house with nothing.” Emma stared at Vivian in disbelief. Her ears rang as if the world around her had suddenly fallen silent. “…What?” Vivian folded her arms, her expression as cold as stone. “You heard me.” Emma looked from her stepmother to Sophia, hoping one of them would laugh and admit it was a cruel joke. Neither did. Sophia sat comfortably on the sofa, scrolling through her phone as though they weren’t discussing another person’s future.

Marianne said lightly, “My father used to have a subordinate named Janus Campbell. Later, Janus eloped to the United States with my current stepmother, and he opened a roast goose restaurant in Oskiatown. My father has always been very sensitive about their elopement, so roast goose is also a taboo for him.” Charlie said evasively, “Miss Long, with all due respect, your stepmother does not look like someone who can endure hardship.” “Indeed.” Marianne said, “She usually cannot even be bothered to wash her own lingerie, and she needs several maids to be around her to serve her every day.” Having said that, Marianne could not help but sigh as she said, “However, she could still follow Janus to

I nodded to myself, mentally confirming my plans, and adjusted my robe one more time before heading out to the pack grounds, where the occasion was set to take place. I arrived at the pack grounds and noticed that everywhere had been adorned with glass crystals and roses hung around giving the whole place an exquisite view. I looked around and noticed that the old hag my stepfather was already seated with the council elders. His hair was coiffed back and his face looked more wrinkled and haggard with the bushy smelly beard that covered his face. His cheekbones were saggy and his eyes were sinking into his skull, devoid of life and love. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand as I w

he starts before having me cut him off. "What?! Daughter?! No! Jack can't have another step-sister, it's not going to happen. Jack is mine, my stepbrother and I'm not fucking sharing him with someone!" I yell, growing upset. "Technically, he's not you're stepbrother anymore." My mother says, chiming in as she places a hand on my shoulder. My blood begins to boil and I swear it took everything in me not to hit her. I don't care if he's not my stepbrother because I'm not sharing him with anyone, ever again.

I clung to those values because I thought they were enough to keep us together, to keep us safe. But when his car slid off the icy road, and his heart stopped beating, it all unraveled. My stepmother, Victoria, wore black to his funeral, but there was no hint of grief in her eyes. While I cried for the last of my kin, she stood beside me, gazing down at me as though I were some pest she could not wait to be free of. I did not realize then how true that was.