Bad Stepmother Novels & Stories

At 35, trauma nurse Tessa William spent six years being the invisible glue of a blended family that never wanted her. She funded everything, endured the ex-wife’s contempt, and swallowed her mother-in-law’s mockery of the hysterectomy that left her barren. When the apocalypse hit, they left her behind. “There’s no seat for you. The kids need their actual parents.” She died alone in the stairwell, still holding the trauma kit she packed for them. Then she woke seven weeks earlier… with a Survival System. This time she divorces Mark, takes every asset, and builds a sealed medical fortress alone. And then Dr. Chase Worthington returns, the surgeon who once saw her worth without need

Tears welled up in my eyes but I held onto them. “You better not be crying,” Zayn threatened. “I'm not as weak as you are,” I said, rolling my eyes and wiping their corners. “Mother Mia,” Talia said. “That's going to be weird explaining it to new friends. ‘my stepmother is kinda like eleven years older than me.’” “Stepmother?” Zayn asked, working his brows. Talia shrugged. “It's either that, or I call her your older girlfriend. Choose your poison wisely.” She threatened.

"You evil, wicked, inauspicious girl! You already ruined my morning. You are a monster. You have eaten everything. You killed your mother as soon as you were born. After some years, you killed your grandmother too. I think you still haven't calmed down after killing all these people. Now you are after eating my family too? You will not die. We have to die because of you. I don't see any other way than dying. Will you now stand up and clean all these messes you made or do you want me to clean these too? And listen you bit*h, don't show me your face." Kyrie Ivelle, Calista's stepmother, said the words to her with anger and left from there.

he exhales, “ I didn’t want you to meet your fated mate because I knew the moment you did. I won’t be able to stop fate. I won’t be able to stop the war from happening and killing us all. Then your stepmother came up with a brilliant suggestion at the time.” “ Stepmother??” I gasped… No no this can’t be! This can’t be true… “That’s why she never cared for us” Nelly whispered. “Yes, the woman you knew as your mother, is your stepmother.” I felt ice running in my veins. For a moment. I was paralyzed by his words.

"Lucas." He looked up. "I'm sorry," Clara said honestly. The boy froze. "For what?" Clara laughed softly. "For a lot of things." For things she couldn’t even bring herself to say. Like a coward. Silence filled the room again. "I wasn't a good stepmother," Ckara admitted. Lucas remained quiet. He didn’t try to interrupt her. "I wasn't fair." Clara swallowed. "I wasn't kind." Her eyes softened. "But I'm trying."

“Did you miss me?” Her auburn hair darkens. Her face shifts, aging slightly. And suddenly I’m staring at my stepmother—the woman who died when Alistair attacked our pack. Except she’s not dead. She’s very, very alive. And she’s a witch. “No,” I breathe, my legs going weak. “No, this can’t…” “I’ve been playing you all like puppets,” Kate, my stepmother, continues, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Orchestrating every tragedy, every betrayal, every death.”

Leon opened the chat app, his eyes narrowing as he read the incoming message: "Bro, how's it going today? Still at war with your new 'stepmother'?" With fingers trembling with emotion, Leon replied: "It's terrible, Dra. She's getting more and more persistent. She cooks for me, tries to strike up conversations. My dad told her to persuade me, he said. I can't get rid of her from this house. This house is full of memories of Mum, you know? If she stays here, I'll go crazy."

she shrieked. “Whom I didn’t need. Now fuck off before I slap your face till you forget your own name, you old hag.” I shoved her a little and turned toward the elevator, my steps confident, unwavering. It wasn’t nice to insult an elder, I knew that, but even evil people age, and Madeline was no different. As my stepmother, she had the same cruel grip as Cinderella’s stepmother, and I wouldn’t hesitate if I ever had to defend myself.

She seemed to move closer. "I'm so glad you aren't actually here to see me like this," I forced out slowly. "But gosh is it still good to see your beautiful face again." I reached out for her and the figure dropped beside me. "You are so gentle, and smart, and kind, and…perfect. You're just perfect," I closed my eyes as an especially rough spasm passed over my body. "I thought my stepmother was a gentle and kind person too though, not as much as my mother, but she took good care of me.

Poor maid. I tried not to think about the hot tears that threatened to spill out of my eyes Then my step mother entered the room. "What's wrong with you? You're a waste of space who can't even do something as simple as properly cleaning the house." Her voice was icy piercing the atmosphere like a knife. T I tried to say something when he force of her slap caused my head to jerk sideways. I wasn't surprise. This was my life—constant degrading remarks and insults. "Stupid omega." She said