Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

"Don't even think about it! Trash will always be trash, and don't ever expect me to pick it up." Hearing Kimberly's words about her mother, Deborah clenched her fists. She roughly grabbed Kimberly's shoulder, forcing the girl to face her. "Don't you dare act like that towards my mom! Regardless, she's married to Daddy. You have no right to treat her like that!" Deborah shouted, her eyes glaring. But it didn't scare Kimberly. She even stepped forward, as if challenging the girl in front of her. Deborah was the one slowly stepping back in fear. "You're just like your mother. Both of you are trash that will never be noble, even if you're placed in a palace." Kimberly's eyes were filled with hat

I said, trying not to entertain any thoughts that were going to and fro in my mind. She got up from my bed and stared at me intensely. “And why would you think that? You're very beautiful. What's there not to like?” She scoffed and lay back down on the ground. I knew she was probably being honest, but it reminded me of the times I was hideous and no one wanted to be with me. It was no secret that my beauty is one of the traits people loved about me; that's probably why my stepsister tried to ruin it.

She wanted to shift and run far away, escaping from reality. I froze in place as my heart clenched inside. It was as if someone ripped my heart and squeezed it with a hand. I still could not believe my ears. “I-Is this because I am your stepsister now?” I asked Trevor, feeling an unfamiliar pain in my chest. He scoffed at me, gave me a glare, and replied, "Even if you were not my stepsister, I would not accept you as my mate. Because you are ugly, weak, and vulnerable."

"Mom, Clara sold our company secrets and still dares to join the contest." She pulled out a magazine, pointing to the rival's early spring collection. The designs were identical to mine. Ruth, who valued the company above everything else, panicked upon seeing this.

I exclaimed in confusion and disbelief. "I hate the fact we are just a second family! I never want a step-sister. I never want you, you understand that? I hate being overlooked when you're around. I'm smarter and prettier, but people don't notice me because I'm not a real daughter of Robert Dela Garza! They look down on me because you exist, you bitch!" I was stunned for a moment with her revelation.

She began pleading with her mother, desperation in her voice, confessing to feelings of jealousy over the bond between Stephanie and their father. "Enough, I know what you did to her, leaving her at the amusement park. Did you want me to give your parents evidence?" David's interruption was firm, cutting through the tension in the room. The stepsister's tears flowed freely now, a mix of fear, regret, and the realization that she might face consequences for her actions.

I still have physical human flaws like a few pimples and a few scars that don't seem to be in a hurry to leave my skin. Whether I am beautiful or not,this Isn't how I Imagined meeting the famous prince. I will be the ugliest being he has ever laid his eyes on.He will obviously think I am mad enough to attack a child. My father had ordered that I don't get anywhere near the hall or let any guest see me.Yet that's where my stepmother is hailing the guards to take me. She wants to have me humiliated to a point that my father will not want to keep me near him anymore. The show she wants to put up will be beyond embarrassing for me. And there isn't a thing I can do about it as long as these giant

My stepmother, Linda, labeled me a prostitute because every night, a Beta would propose to me. My step-sister, whose face was not as pretty as mine, spread fake news about me having a mental illness. They would make fun of me as 'The Lucky Beauty', for using my face to seduce many betas. From then on, I made all my mates reject me. Whether it was messing up on the day of the ceremony, making the elders angry, or running away on the wedding night. I did everything so that no one would mate with me. Because that's the only way to keep their mouths shut. Before going to bed, I always think. Maybe I should be born ugly. Instead of having a beautiful face, everyone hates me.

“Yes, she has problems. She had a tough childhood, and she didn't have the same opportunities as us. But it’s not your place to judge her, Matt. IT’S NOT YOUR BLOOD!” I laugh sarcastically as I reply, “Now, is that what is all boiled down to? To the blood? Well doctor, tell me then, is the blood responsible for your sister being a slut?” Stephanie glares at me as she slaps me across the face, then yells, “Fuck you, Matt!” She leaves the apartment, slamming the front door, leaving me angry and embarrassed, with an impetuous desire to go after her and beg her forgiveness. But I will not. She must react and realize that Stella is a bad weed. It grows uncontrollably, choking and killing everythi

“Little stepsister. You wouldn't want to be thrown out next time, now, do you?” I stand taller than her, and despite her slender legs and model body, she could be so beautiful if she weren't so dirty on the inside. Beauty is not just skin deep; it's what you have on the inside. She steps closer. “You just made an enemy of me, big stepsister.” Footsteps approach the door. “I don't back down from a challenge.” “You were already an enemy,” I state, my tone bored. “You do well to know I don't back down, either.”