Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

She looked foreign and in her element at the same time, it was like an uncomfortable mask fell from her judging by how relaxed every tensed muscle in her body had gone. “Wonderful, you managed to know since all these while and fooled me?” She shrugged, her eyes had dark amusement in them as she looked at Aurora. “As expected from the rogue witch luna.” “You managed to fool everyone for all these while and you aren’t dead yet.” Aurora's shoulder remained straight and she and she continued to stare at Stephanie, a small smirk on her face too. “As expected from a member of Meyers family where deception is the key.” AN unrepentant scowl nestled on Stephanie’s lips and she regarded Aurora with di

he responded indifferently, shrugging off his dress jacket and tossing it aside without a care. Those words pierced me deeper than any knife, reinforcing the harsh truth I already knew, I was no beauty. My face was marred by a scattering of ugly cheek freckles, and my mouse-like ears, always hidden beneath my shoulder length bob wig only added to my insecurities. In contrast, my stepsister was a vision of perfection, a beauty queen whose flawless features turned heads effortlessly. "Sir, please reconsider. I swear I'll avoid showing my face around you. I'll keep my distance entirely," I begged, my voice cracking.

I blurted out, giving off the load from my chest while he corked up his brows in a questioning manner. “I am your step sister, what would people think of me, that I'm doing exactly what my mum had done with your father? That I'm the hold digger they think I am?, I mean chris… evans chris, he thinks of me as a sister and cares for me, what will he do when he finds out we've been sneaking around? What will our parents do?. I'm not doing so great and all, but you are you, Sebastian; you have everything and I'll be damned if I let your image get tainted because of me. I have nothing good to offer you, Sebastian; I'm a pauper and Maybe; they are right. Everything about me points to being a gold d

“I know you’re not interested in having a mate, Grey, but at least hear me out.” Heaving out a sigh, I looked up. “Alright. I’m listening.” “This girl is the epitome of beauty.” If one looked closely, one could almost see stars in Leo’s eyes. “But it was obvious that she wasn’t being treated right.” He hadn’t been able to catch my attention yet. So what, a girl was getting maltreated? It wasn’t news to my ears anymore. “Guess why Stephan didn’t choose her.” “Well,” with two fingers on my chin, I acted like I was thinking. “She’s the outcast. That means she doesn’t blend in. Then that means he’s disgusted by her and feels she doesn’t suit his taste.” I raised an eyebrow at the last statement.

And this time, it is my own mate. “I am not joking, James,” I say softly, as I try desperately to keep the pain out of my voice. “Look at me. I am Lily, not Stephanie.” “NO!!! You are lying!” James responds, suddenly angry again. “STOP LYING TO ME, STEPHANIE! You look nothing like Lily. The Little Brat is ugly. She has acne. She is flat-chested. She has glasses. She is at least six inches shorter than you are. You. Are. Not. Lily.”

I said, feeling exhausted constantly having to defend myself all the time. “Just confess already!” Stephanie urged, pulling out her phone, the screen glowing ominously. I felt the weight of her betrayal sink into my stomach—she was recording me, fishing for a confession. “Seriously, Stephanie?” I scoffed, my frustration boiling over. “You didn’t call me here to talk. You wanted to get me to confess! You’ve already made up your mind about me, so what’s the point?” “There's nothing to confess. I don't think I can ever change your mind since you already chose to believe the worst of me.”

Mason defended himself against an unwarranted accusation. "Then how do you feel about it?" Olivia interjected, her gaze firmly locked onto Mason, searching for any hint of remorse. "What are you talking about?" Mason struggled to understand Olivia's reference, but his obliviousness only made Olivia laugh, thinking he was feigning innocence. "Seriously? I'm asking how you feel about being rescued by the person you mistreated since the day of your marriage. How does it feel to have no one to turn to for help except the woman you've caused nothing but pain, simply because she doesn't conform to your superficial beauty standards? How does it feel to be utterly helpless in saving your grandmother

The drama would be so unneeded and horrible. "Rose, let's go say hello to my friends."I whisper to my sister who's furiously tapping away on her phone. She does so to look extra feisty and to keep some certain types of men away. Not to brag, but, my sister is an incredibly beautiful dark skinned girl. When we were younger, I fought a lot to keep some scum bags away. I still do though, but this time they are not as much as before. As she herself has learnt how to ward some punks off.

But her attempts were met with curt answers and looks that said she did not belong. Finally, as the evening came to a close, Leon excused himself to speak with one of the elder relatives. Stephanie took the opportunity to slip away from the table and find a moment of privacy. She climbed the grand staircase to a quiet hallway and closed her eyes, fighting back tears that threatened to spill over. Her mind raced with thoughts of rejection and despair. How could the family she had hoped would welcome her so warmly see her only as a gold digger? Had she been foolish to believe that love alone could overcome such deep-seated prejudice?

"YOU WRETCHED DAUGHTER-IN-LAW! I REGRET EXCHANGING YOU FOR ATHENA, WHO IS WORTH SO MUCH!" Merrya left, her final words leaving Giselle’s pride in shambles. "Don’t you love me, Glenn?" Giselle asked, almost pleading for validation. "I love you, Giselle," Glenn replied. "I’m afraid you’ll leave me. I have no one else in this world but you, Glenn. Mama’s gone, and my stepfather will probably find another woman, and maybe even throw me out someday," Giselle said. This woman was right. Giselle could be thrown out of the Willow family at any time. She had no one left, and all her rights and wealth could be taken away whenever Ferdinand wanted to.