Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

"I just don't get it, how could he get married to that trash?" "Watch sis… Don't call her that!" Stephen warned. "Oh yeah, you like her and that is just like ewww." Stephanie emphasized her disgust by dramatically placing her hand over her mouth and letting out a retching sound. "Says the one who likes Jake Conat, that egoistic a**hole!" was Stephen's comeback. "He is not an egoistic a**hole. He is just a very manly man," Stephanie retorted shamelessly and Stephen passed her a disgusted look but did not say anything..

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.

I felt my whole system become weak as I became nervous. Damian. He definitely saw Coleman and I kissing. How is he even here? “Damian…” I stuttered his name. There was a stunned expression in his eyes, a pinch of betrayal glistening through them. His gaze never left my face. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream. “You see, I told you that she is just a slut,” Stephanie said with a glare “you don’t deserve her. Let’s go,” she said and together they left.

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.”

The grave's soil was still fresh, screaming of a lost soul. “I’m sorry nanny. It didn't have to come to this. All you had to do was to disappear to the depths of this world where no one would ever find you. I’m not a bad person. The problem is…I get a little bit agitated when someone doesn't listen to me.” Stephanie said, pretending to sound broken. She continued to scroll through the picture, stumbling upon Katerina's pictures which Matteo had sent along with the grave pictures. “Poor girl,” She said, staring at the picture of Katerina kneeling in madness. When she was done, she raised the glass in the air triumphantly.

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?