Romans & histoires Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister

"I know that you might be doubting me because of the secret that I just let out to you, I want you to know that I did it because I felt self-conscious about my face and nothing more. I saw a lot of women with pretty faces and model-like body, I always blame myself for having an ugly face I wanted to have a pretty face so bad that I had to hop for the option that was given to me I know that is not the best thing I should have done but I also know that if I didn't do it I might have been confident enough to even say yes to your brother so please find a place in your heart to forgive me and also thank you for your help I'm grateful." I said and walked out of the room. When I walked out of the r

"Oh, you did? You think you have me wrapped around your fingers?" "Think? Oh, honey, I don't think I know where I've got you, and that is the right place," I say, and he lets out a laugh. "She wanted to start immediately, which was strange, and she did not really want to take the money. I don't know who can do a thing like this, but my money is on Melissa," I say, and he looks at me. "Your stepsister? Do you think she would do something like this? I thought it'd be Maljore," he said, and I nodded.

she whispered to herself. She took two steps toward the pillar in front of her and rested her hand against it. "And when the son of a bitch who had dared to threaten me was finally caught, I would be the one to grab you by the collar and kick your ass out of my mansion." A sly smile curved her lips as excitement flickered across her face at the thought.

Why, even after being given a second chance and planning every step so carefully, could I still not escape this ending? I closed my eyes in despair, thinking history was about to repeat itself. Dad’s second whip was already raised high, this time coming straight for my eyes. It was over. At that critical moment, the Ethan who had been unconscious in Mary’s arms suddenly stirred and let out a weak sound. “Don’t… don’t hit Lucy…” Everyone froze. Ethan struggled to open his eyes, using all the strength in his little body to cry out in a soft, childish voice. “It was a man. A man who smelled like perfume pushed me down the stairs!”

then her eyes darted on Len, "You're with her? You planned this?" Len just shrugged and let me have the spotlight. The people around us started to form a circle and I noticed how the stereo's volume lessened as if letting everyone hear us. Putting down the now empty wine glass, I smiled at her as if I didn't just do something that would put her in shame. Her ruined make-up made her look awful and I made face as I insulted her, angering her. "Aww, look at you now, Stephanie. You look so ugly with your ruined make-up, how can you call yourself beautiful now when you look like a cold chick in the middle of the rain."

She looked at me with despair, and I saw tears shimmering in her eyes as she subtly shook her head. "No 'buts'! Don't make me punish you in front of your mother," my step-father said, giving me one of his disgustingly covetous glares that told me just how desperate his sinister intent had become. He was looking for any excuse to justify his sick and sinister desires he would “be forced” to inflict on me. Shortly after he made sure his message was received by both of us, he slammed the door as he left. "An excellent warrior?" I scoffed inwardly. During the last holiday when my step-sister came home, I overheard her conversation with a friend. Her academic performance at school wasn't good, an

Relief washed over me, quickly replaced by a simmering anger at her reckless actions. "Kayla," I said, my voice sharp. "Care to explain yourself?" She flinched at my tone, her eyes downcast as she remained silent. Her stepfamily approached, sneering triumphantly. "Isn't it obvious, Your Majesty?" her stepsister, Lily, taunted. "The little whore is having a child, and she was trying to run away and hide her shame." My jaw clenched at her crude words, but before I could respond, Kayla spoke up, her voice trembling but defiant.

I shook my head and said, “I don’t know. She packed up and left.” He was about to walk away but suddenly stopped. He pointed at his own face and asked, “What happened to your face?” Then, I remembered what Scarlett had said about me. She called me a stray dog that no one wanted and said I should be the one leaving. So, I told my dad, “Stepmom did this. She called me a bastard, a stray dog that no one wants, and told me to leave the house.” Yes, I held grudges. Even the smallest unfairness made me angry, and I blew it out of proportion.

In his assessment, Aiden was correct; Justin and his companions were not exactly virtuous. "Okay, I'm just so fucking confused," Stephanie suddenly broke the silence, frustration evident in her voice. "With what?" I asked, watching her adjust her skirt nervously. "Justin, Kyle, and Lucas have this thing where they collect their girlfriends' naked pictures like trophies," Elizabeth explained bitterly, holding back a bitter laugh. "Guys our age are idiots. Broken, used girls like us don't get happy endings," she muttered sadly, her tone reflecting years of disappointment. The likelihood is that she did not intend for me to hear that. But I did it.