Bbw Step Daughter Novels & Stories

“Thank God. I would’ve burned everything down otherwise.” I laugh, slow and tired and real, and let Cole guide me further inside. He looks proud of Steph, of the house, of me. Of all of it. His parents are already here, his mother perched gracefully on the sofa, his father standing nearby, glass of sparkling water in hand. “This is lovely,” his mother says warmly, pulling me into a careful hug. “Steph has outdone herself.” Steph places a hand over her heart. “Validation received.” Sawyer arrives next, with Jasmin in tow. Jasmin is sixteen and unapologetically herself, arms crossed, expression permanently unimpressed by everything except the people she actually likes. She makes a face the mom

But it wasn't the look of a father recognizing his daughter. "The model," my father murmured, his voice hollow, a completely empty shell of the man who used to carry me on his shoulders. He turned his body toward me, pointing his wet brush at my neck. "Julian said the model with the black collar would arrive today. The light... the light is wrong in this room. Tell the Master I need the spotlight adjusted if he wants the background to match her skin." I stepped back, the world spinning in a sickening vortex of gray and white. "No... Dad, no. I'm not a model. I'm Elara. Your daughter. Look at me, please!"

For a moment it felt perfect. Then came the guilt pulling me down. I pulled out, fixed my clothes. “Gosh! You’re so sweet I can’t even stop myself from having you.” She looked at me with those big eyes. “Does mom fuck you like this? Does she satisfy you? No daddy.” She grabbed my face with both hands. “Look at me daddy… I’m all yours now. Auntie Maria isn’t here anymore, so you can have me whenever you want.” What the hell is wrong with me? I scratched my head. This is step daughter but whenever she’s with me i can’t resist or say no to her

My mother is engaged to THE James Sullivan, my school’s top sponsor and the father of the boy whose existence is a curse to me. Wait, does this mean that that devil's incarnate will be my stepbrother? Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I don’t know when Sullivan snr moved through the room, but he’s now sitting beside my mother, steady eyes looking me over, confidence that you’d expect from a millionaire of his caliber, oozing off him. It’s like looking in a mirror, one that shows you what your high school tormentor will look like twenty seven years down the line. That bastard will age like fine wine instead of the rotten milk he is.

"Cecilia, he's actually my pup, isn't he? We were together before. That pup is mine. Give him back to me." Holding my son close, I stepped away from his outstretched hand and looked at him coldly. "Lukas, get this straight. These are Cain's pups and mine. They have absolutely nothing to do with you. Back then, you were the one desperate to push me away and choose Isabella. And now you want to steal my pup? Don't you think you're being ridiculous?" I heard footsteps approaching. Cain showed up quickly with several werewolf warriors. Immediately, he pulled both me and our pup protectively behind him. He stared at Lukas coldly. "Who allowed you back here? How dare you harass Cecilia the moment

Although it was early in the night, a large portion of wolves had found their mates, and were dancing softly together, or had exited the ball early to be alone together. “Alpha Evander, Luna Ida,” my father greeted, and all three of us bowed. “Betas Marley and Imara,” Evander grinned. It sounded strange to hear my parent’s names; I always thought of them as mum and dad. “And who’s this?” Luna Ida asked, peering inquisitively at me. “This is our daughter, the Young Beta Arienne,” my dad said. I bowed again. “It’s an honour to meet you,” I said, nodding to each of them in turn.

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.

I close my eyes and wait for the fallout. “With whom?” Mom asks, her voice shaking. “A Beta’s Daughter. Her name is Bella, she is 4 months old, she is a perfect sweetheart, I love her and her mother abandoned her. But she can attend daycare while Spencer and I are in school. It could be okay,” I rattle off as quickly as my tongue will allow. “Your Mother and I need time to process this,” Dad says. “We both had kids when we met, at least TJ is from a mate bond,” Mom reminds him.

I correct warmly, with a mischievous smile, “From his first wife.” “Late wife,” Vivienne says quickly. I can see her trying to hide the wound on her face with a smile. “She’s his stepdaughter. Not biological.” She makes sure to emphasize that, so that they know I don’t really matter. “Oh.” The woman’s smile becomes something else. Pitying. Condescending. “How… charitable of him.” The word hangs in the air like an insult wrapped in velvet. “Yes,” I say evenly. “Very charitable.” Vivienne continues pulling me along. “And you have to meet my father. Daddy!”

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”