Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?

He doesn’t get to see this version of you. But he does, because I let him. I knew he was mean. What made me think I was so special? I'm not even the one with the ring. I'm just the stepsister. The other woman. I tell myself that the knock on the door doesn't exist, and I let myself cry until I taste metal.

His eyes would darken, his jaw would clench, and he would look away like a man fighting his own demons. And she was no better. She dreamed of him at night — dark, wicked dreams that left her aching and furious with herself. She hated him. She wanted him. She was losing her mind. *** One night, it finally snapped. They were at a private dinner with a few of Luciano’s captains. Aria wore a blood-red dress that clung to her body like a second skin — a deliberate act of rebellion. She laughed too loudly, leaned in too close to one of the captains.

"I said I don't care about your hilarious friend and his hilarious stories about stealing from the mafia." "Scarlett, " "Don't." I moved to my suitcase, started pulling out clothes with jerky movements. Anything to have something to do with my hands besides throwing things. "Just don't." "Did I do or say something wrong?" The innocent confusion in his voice made me want to scream. I whirled on him. "Really, Cade? Did you just introduce me as your stepsister?" He blinked. "What else was I supposed to say?" "I don't know, maybe the truth? Maybe something that doesn't make me feel like I'm some dirty secret you're ashamed of?"

The kid found a pinecone on the ground and is working at pulling it apart and littering its pieces all over the porch. “So, your cult … what should I expect? Is it going to be like sister wives, and you have beautiful women coming in and out of your house like that all the time?” Stephanie was gorgeous. Tall and thin, but with attractive, more toned curves. She is what I always wished my body looked like, and seeing her coming out of the home I am sharing with Valentine, tagging behind his mother that seems to already hate me, is making ugly emotions eat away inside my chest.

“He can’t be okay. He would never be okay. And what was that you said? I am a waste of space? Funny how you’re the one on a wheel chair being a burden to everyone around you. Oh and I hear you have a Father, pretty sure he looks at you and sees the sorry mistake that he made! If I’m a waste of space, then you are a bigger load of garbage because news flash Mr. Drake Mackenzie, no one wants you here!” Her words sting more than it should. Stephanie’was right. She did this on purpose. I had baited her here to ask how I could break the curse, but it was so much evident now. She did this because she knew I would not have a way out. “Stephanie was right” I mutter under my breath and she scoffs “Sp

His fist in the plaster was wrong the way gravity failing would be wrong – something fundamental breaking. His forehead against the wall. Shoulders rising and falling. “Your mother and I...” His voice against the plaster. Not to me. To the wall. “She was my stepsister.” Stepsister. The word landed and my brain didn’t process it. Rejected it. The way a body rejected a transplant – the information arriving and every system saying no, that doesn’t belong here, that can’t be right. Stepsister. Step. Sister. The word breaking apart in my head and reassembling wrong. My mother. My father. Step–

Instinctively recollecting all the harsh treatment she had suffered in the hands of Hailey, she stepped into the room with her heels interrupting Hailey's thought. The latter lifted her head and her countenance naturally turned dark upon seeing her but she said nothing. Stephanie was dressed in an exquisite and quite expensive high low gown that was yellow in color adding warmness and brightness to her.She stopped by the foot of the bed,and stared down at the frail Hailey Collins. "Sad, " she smirked "Who would think the once high and might Hailey Collins would be beneath me today?" "I know you have been diagnosed with high blood pressure but when are you going to die?" she bluntly said "For

My little brother, Stephen, is butt naked, balls deep in some big-booty, acrylic nail having, lashes longer than a butterfly girl, and the worst part? She’s bent over my damn credenza. “SHIT, CeCe!” he yells, scrambling to cover himself. We'll at least he had on a condom. “Is this your wife?” the girl asks, pulling her dress down. “HELL no, that’s my sister!” Stephen barks like I just insulted his ancestry. “Oh,” she says, casually. “’Cause I was bout to tear some shit up.” I shoot her a look like try it, sweetheart.