Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

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.

She was so gentle, as if I were her biological child. Watching all this, my dad’s suspicion gradually faded. He probably thought that even if a woman had done something wrong, for the sake of the children and the family, she would eventually settle down. But I knew better. The more she acted like this, the more it proved she had a guilty conscience. She was desperate to wash the filth off herself, just so she could dump it back onto me later. I was also waiting for her true colors to show. Despite all my precautions and calculations, I still underestimated how vicious she was.

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 mumbled underneath my breath as I gave a curt nod to her. Her eyes brows nearly shot out of her hairline, her lips pressed in a tight line and the hand gripping her cane trembled. Shit! Did she hear me? Stephan's eyes widened and an embarrassed cough left his lips. He dug his fingers into my waist, tapping it twice as a warning before releasing his hold on me. “I apologize. She meant the beauty syndrome runs in the family.” Stephan answered. I plastered a plastic smile on my face and nodded to his words.

Roxy's POV The words hit so sharply that I actually stumbled backward, my fingers curling around my dress. Caroline’s smile widened. “It must be difficult.” “Caroline.” Cain’s voice came from behind her, carrying a silent warning. She turned toward him, and then her expression changed as her eyes moved between us. “Wait… if your parents are married…” She looked at Cain, then at me. “That makes her your stepsister?” Her laughter grew louder. “Cain, I cannot believe Betty Roxy is your stepsister.”

She orders before walking back in and collapsing on the bed. " What seems to be bothering my princess?" I question " Some women called me ugly today" She cries " What? Who did that?" I yell angry " It doesn't matter, the fact is that they were right, I am ugly" She says in tears " That's not true, you are very beautiful Sia" I assure her " That's not true. I know you are just saying that because you are my friend" She says " I know I am ugly because of my scar" She cries

the bathroom looks modern, much bigger than her owns back at home, her feet lead her into the bathroom with her eyes roaming every corner. She stood closed to the mirror looking at her reflection in the mirror and a loud sigh escaped her mouth, “I never thought that my life will change within four months”, she breathes to herself. A trifle of tears encompassed her eyes. She thought of her parents and her sister back at home. Taking deep breaths, she stumbled out of the bathroom and went to the bed, staring at nothing in particular. She misses her family already and there was nothing she can do about it. Roslyn knew she can’t go back home even if she wishes to, and that makes her sob louder

I pull the shirt over my head, my nipples hard from the cold air blowing from the air vents. I spot the mirror at the end of the room, attached to the back of the door. I walk over, examining my face and body. Isn’t this my face? My real face. Does she look like me? She has these idiots calling me ugly. Steam flies out of my nose, suddenly feeling the urge to punch Stephanie in the face. The nerve of that horse-faced bitch calling me ugly. I grunt as my eyes travel from my face to my body. My breasts are small, but my stomach is flat with wide hips.