Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

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

“If you tell your father the truth, I'm sure he'll understand.” “Understand what?” I snapped, crying in the corner of the room. “Tell him that I forced to made all my mates reject me? That it's better to be rejected than to be tortured by my stepmother? That my body already belongs to someone else?” That was right. Psychopathic Luna, cursed Luna, it was all an act. Thanks to my mother, I was blessed with a face as beautiful as a goddess. Beautiful hair, skin as white as milk. My beauty makes anyone who sees me, fall in love. And this backfired on me. My stepmother, Linda, labeled me a prostitute because every night, a Beta would propose to me.

“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.”

Because she had nowhere else to go. A loud yawn echoed from upstairs. Vivian’s face instantly softened. “My darling Sophia must be awake.” The warmth in her voice vanished as she turned back to Emma. “If my daughter comes downstairs and breakfast isn’t perfect, you’ll skip dinner tonight.” Emma lowered her head. “Yes, ma’am.” She stood quietly, ignoring the sting in her bleeding hand. This wasn’t a home anymore. It was a prison. And she was serving a life sentence she never deserved. Emma had barely finished cleaning the broken porcelain when the sound of high heels echoed down the grand staircase.

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

She muttered, shooting me a glare before leaving with Michael and all I could do was stare at the door in despair. I had spent three weeks trying to find him. I waited for him every day. And all he could do was pretend not to know me? They didn't even care to know if I wanted to leave or not. And I knew better than to complain. My stepmom wouldn't have a problem with locking me up in the basement for the rest of my life while she lived happily with her stupid husband. With slumped shoulders, I dragged out my luggage and stuffed my clothes in, not bothering to fold them accordingly. I threw in everything I owned, including the new dildo I had bought, all thanks to Mr. Mystery Man.

He wasn’t just offering me a contract; he was offering me a prison cell—a gilded, extremely lucrative cage. I had to, swallow my pride, and endure my step-brother’s cold contempt for thirty days, all while acting as his servant. And if I slipped up, if the hatred boiled over, if I dared to write the truth I knew, the truth about his spoiled attitude, the truth I was secretly hoping to dig up, I would lose the single chance to fulfill my mother’s legacy.

She rubbed her knee with exaggerated movements and waited until I glanced over before continuing in her mind, "I climbed all 999 steps to the church on my knees to get it. But I won't tell Diane that. It would only burden her." Hearing her words, I looked up in surprise and clasped her hand, my eyes tearing up in gratitude. "Shirley, you silly child. I promise that I'll keep this talisman close." She feigned a puzzled look, but the moment I turned away, a fleeting triumphant smirk flashed across her face. … Soon, I was due for delivery. As I was taken into the delivery room with the protective talisman, Shirley lingered nearby, looking like someone who was waiting for a show to begin.

My stepmother is crying now, broken sobs shaking her shoulders as she clutches the bedpost for support. "That girl is barely an adult, Luca!" my father roars, his face red with fury. "I trusted you with her, and this is what you do? You defile her?" "I didn't defile her," I snap, wiping blood from my lip. "I love her. And she loves me. I'd rather be with her than Wren." "Listen to yourself!" my stepmother sobs. "You'd rather be with your stepsister? She's half your age, Luca! Did you rape her? Groom her?"

“Is that even what you’re supposed to be asking me right now? Is that what you’re supposed to be saying to me right now?” “What?” “Yes, I know about you and your stepsister,” she continued. “I know about the embarrassing relationship you two share. I know she’s now on your list of girls you sleep with. But instead of accusing me of telling the entire school shouldn’t you be apologizing for leaving me to figure out a truth as horrifying as that?!” “Excuse me?” “You’re sleeping with your stepsister!” She raised her voice at me. “Are you insane? Don’t you see how wrong it is?!”