Novel & Cerita Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister

Her eyes, wide and horrified, flickered between Liam and me, then landed on the thick, angry red marks on my wrists where his belt had bound me. "Oh... my... God," she whispered, the words barely audible, like a strangled gasp. The travel bag slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud. Behind her, Liam’s father, my new stepfather, appeared. He was a large man, usually jovial, but his face contorted into a mask of utter disbelief and mounting rage. His eyes, too, swept over the scene, registering the absolute, damning evidence. He saw my naked chest, the visible marks, the p**n on the phone. His gaze settled on Liam, who was standing frozen, half-dressed.

The confession slipped out, vulnerable and true. My quiet personality cracked open, enough to let him peek inside the storm I’d hidden for years. He stepped closer, towering over me, that commanding presence making my knees weak. “This is dangerous, princess. I’m your stepfather. Your mother…” “Mom’s not here,” I whispered, bold from the whiskey and the pressing desires he’d left me with since the sleepwalking night. I set my glass down and reached for his hand. “Dance with me? Just for a minute. The weather is too cold to ignore.”

I was caught off guard by what he did, the reason I wasn’t able to avoid it anymore. He didn’t say anything and we remained to stare at each other as I could smell the alcohol from him. Although the smell was unpleasant, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He's just really like a w*****n character. “You’re… ugly.” What the fuck did he just call me? “I can’t believe my step-sister is as ugly as you,” he continued before smirking and letting go of my nape. I was too stunned to speak as I watched him try his best to balance himself as he got up from the floor, and just casually walked away going to his bedroom. Did I hear it right? He just called me ugly.

The drama would be so unneeded and horrible. "Rose, let's go say hello to my friends."I whisper to my sister who's furiously tapping away on her phone. She does so to look extra feisty and to keep some certain types of men away. Not to brag, but, my sister is an incredibly beautiful dark skinned girl. When we were younger, I fought a lot to keep some scum bags away. I still do though, but this time they are not as much as before. As she herself has learnt how to ward some punks off.

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

"Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?" My late mom was a Pack hooker who got knocked up by Gamma Baldwin and I was the unwanted result who grew into the undesirable Omega. Horny and ignored. Now thanks to my lovely stepsister, everyone knew my fantasies. Now he knew. Damien sat with disgust on his face at the ugly revelation of what lay beneath the facade of my friendship. "Really? Ogling my boyfriend makes your pussy ache? What a loser. Babe, check this line out." My evil stepsister chuckled, clearly having fun. Having fun humiliating me.

BACK TO PRESENT Stella sighed. "How lustful my father is to even go after such an elderly woman whose as old his mother. How crazy my stepmother is of my father. How overprotective she is of him, yet she can't even caught him cheating on her. Fucking hell. The drama. Man, these people are sick! Cruel, wicked, sinful, and lustful.” She tilted her head into the door.

I said, feeling exhausted constantly having to defend myself all the time. “Just confess already!” Stephanie urged, pulling out her phone, the screen glowing ominously. I felt the weight of her betrayal sink into my stomach—she was recording me, fishing for a confession. “Seriously, Stephanie?” I scoffed, my frustration boiling over. “You didn’t call me here to talk. You wanted to get me to confess! You’ve already made up your mind about me, so what’s the point?” “There's nothing to confess. I don't think I can ever change your mind since you already chose to believe the worst of me.”

“I wanted to die seeing her touch you. I ruined your life because I’m sick… I’m obsessed with you, Damien. I’ve been in love with you since we were teenagers. I couldn’t stand you being with anyone else. I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry!” Her twisted confession sent me into a frenzy. I yanked her hair back hard, choking her neck while I switched holes… slamming into her dripping pussy for a dozen brutal thrusts, then back into her gaping ass without warning. I slapped her face, spit on her tongue, and used her like a worthless fucktoy. “You framed your own stepbrother because you’re a selfish, cock-hungry cunt,” I growled, pounding her mercilessly. “Yes, Sir! I’m your worthless stepsister who

“What the hell are you doing here, you bitch?” “I-I…” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper as I took a shaky step back, my heart hammering in my chest. “I didn’t mean to—” “You didn’t mean to what?” Stephanie snapped, cutting me off as she stormed toward me, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor. “Spy on us? Are you some kind of freak?” She let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Of course, you are. Always hanging around these guys, thinking you're so special. You’re pathetic.”