Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

She acted so well, not raising a single suspicion. "So you decided to have someone do your dirty work? Take pictures of our private moments while you pretend to be our friend?" "James, I…" I withdraw my hold on her and let her move towards him. "You know how badly I want you. You know how much I love you. You know how I feel, and I– I couldn’t handle your rejection. I was willing to do anything. Besides, she’s your stepsister, James." She passes me a look of disgust, and I chuckle wryly as she turns back to him. "What you’re doing isn’t right, and you know it. You should be with someone like me. Someone who—"

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.

I ran the fingers of left hand through my blonde hair feeling my pride rise. Who can withstand my perfection? I swirled around and let out a small laugh, smirking at myself in the mirror. No one. Absolutely no one. I dropped the cup on the table before me, turned around and left the room with my maid trailing behind me. * I walked into the garden and met my sister's there chatting and giggling with each other. "If it isn't my sisters." They both turned their heads to stare at me as I walked magnificently into the garden. "Oh step sisters! Oops! actually ugly step sisters." I mocked as I stood directly in front of them with an innocent smile on my face.

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.

My father and stepmother looked at me without a hint of guilt. "The legal owner of this property is me," my father said coldly. "I can do whatever I want with it." My stepmother smirked. "Alessia, since you gave up the engagement, you have to face the consequences. Besides, you almost killed Laura last night. Consider this compensation." "She deserved it! She insulted my mother first!" As we argued, Laura came slowly down the stairs, looking frail. "Father, please don't blame my sister," she said softly. "She was probably just upset."

Nicole Harper ~•~ I stared at Talia with wide eyes, waiting for her to take back her highly intrusive question. But she stared back at me with curiosity shining in her eyes and not a hint of judgment. If anything, she seemed fascinated. What was wrong with people these days? I thought I was crazy for wanting my stepfather but it seemed like everyone around me was even crazier for enabling it. “I— we—“ I opened and closed my mouth but there was nothing I could say.

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.

If only he wasn’t such a hard guy… maybe he could pass for a good one. Sadly, he wasn’t. “Come on,” Steph said pulling me back to reality. She leaned against the door frame, her arms folded and her lips curled in an annoying smile “is he handsome or not” I didn’t answer immediately, just stared at the magazine one more time before shoving it at Steph. My forgotten disgust, coming back a hundredfold. “handsome” I repeated, walking past her as I took a sip of the beverage. “More like the devil himself”

Why wouldn’t he just mind his goddamn business? “Your stepsister is hot as hell.” Who wouldn’t say so? Why would she be my stepsister out of all the ugly people in the whole world? “Take your eyes off her. You know what I do to such eyes.” I threatened. “All right, man.” He surrendered with a laugh. Ink called back.