Novel & Cerita Dirty Stepmom

"Craig, I appreciate you were trying to do the right thing, but I just made it so you don't have to worry. So do me a favor and stop being nervous and start treating me the way you've been dreaming about." She slowly ran her tongue across her lips. "Like a slutty little cock tease that you're finally going to get a piece of." "Mom, can I see..." "Don't ask." She pointed to him. "I'm a dirty fucking whore who just gave her son a hand job. Let's hear all the nasty things my pictures made you think of doing." "Stop teasing and show me your fûcking tits." Craig spoke in a rush before he lost his nerve. "Yes sir." Mom whispered, flashing him a quick pout. She let the curtain go and cupping her ba

“How dare you--!” “No, how dare you! Did you even care for him?!” My voice cracked, tears burning hot at the corners of my eyes but my body firm, refusing to back down. “You call me filthy, but tell me, Mom, didn’t you spend that ‘filthy’ money without a second thought? Because money is money, right? You never cared how I got it. You just drank it away while I worked myself to the bone trying to keep us alive!” “Shut up!” she screamed, her whole body trembling.

“Who said you could touch me? Your dad sleeps around with who knows how many women. Who knows if you’re carrying some disease just like him!” I stood there, helpless, tears pooling in my eyes. Grandma sighed from the side. She gently wiped my tears and tried to comfort me, saying that Mom was just a germaphobe and that that was why she didn’t like being touched. However, I knew that wasn’t true because Mom only rejected me but never Becca. Even when Becca’s hands were dirty and sticky, Mom never showed the slightest bit of disgust. Instead, she would hold her hands gently, patiently cleaning away every bit of dirt. That kind of tenderness was something I didn’t even dare to dream about.

She was pressing her lips together very hard. Yep. Definitely not going to like it. "Mom." "Ashford Gossip Pot," she said with great dignity, "has apparently reached the third floor of Ashford General Hospital." I closed my eyes. Of course. "Janet said, and I am quoting directly—" Mom cleared her throat, changing her voice. "'That your daughter is out here living her best life.'" She paused. "She used several fire emojis. And a purple cucumber, or was it an eggplant? I don't know what that was exactly," she said genuinely curious.

“The fake ultrasound looked so real. That idiot sister-in-law of mine must’ve been scared stiff.” “Once we sell it, we’ll split the profit fifty-fifty.” Next came the medical report for my injuries. At this point, there was a huge commotion in the hall. “My God! Is this for real?” “Drugging her own daughter? And planning to take her photos?” “Faking a miscarriage to swindle her out of her house? How sick is this family?!” Rosemary’s expression darkened completely. She shrieked and rushed onto the stage to snatch my remote.

Every word my father said hurt more and more, I always knew my parents were not happy with my choice to run my own business instead of helping my brother Liam with the ‘family business,’ which also happens to be the FUCKING AMERICAN MAFIA, so could you really blame me. I’m pretty sure my mother could see the anger on my face because she got up and tried to give me a hug to calm me down, which just made me even angrier because since when did my mother care about anything other than gossip, fashion, money and herself. “I have no interest in getting married, I’m perfectly happy with my life and I want to focus on my career. The company is so close to finally making a deal with the Yamada’s and

she added that made me feel like vomiting, is she serious? "But I don't even have contribution on what she've done to you okay? Maybe you will think that I am her accomplice to get rid of that bitch who never gets tired wasting your money for nothing.” My mom furrows as she mentioned about andrea and since then she never likes her because Andrea is a materialistic kind of girl and I always spoil her for whatever she wants and my mom doesn’t agree with that especially when she finds out that Andrea was using my money for her own benefit.

“This is me and this is you and we are doing the fucking horizontal tango or whatever the hell you want to call it. My reputation is on the line here. You will get off with a tap on the wrist because you are you but I am no one. I am simply the spoiled daughter of a rich man who couldn’t keep her legs closed.” I felt bad by the time I was done but I couldn’t take back my words and the truth was that I had no desire to do so. I was freaking out and this was my entire life on the line. Jake sighed and picked up the phone on his desk. I had no idea what he was doing until I heard him speak.

He doesn’t have friends around or have places he goes to. His stepmom, Gracie is always at home. She is alone till late at night when his dad comes back. They only get to see each other at night when having dinner. She was not happy about him coming to stay with them at their house. She only accepted it to avoid issues. Gracie is young and beautiful, her eyes has a pure glow in them, her face radiates light. She is kind and loving, only her husband could attest to that. She has plans of making the house hell for David, that way she could stay in it with her husband alone.

“I do admire your sense of humor figila. But watch your step around The Mad Hatter. He may not be so appreciative. Especially, if he takes it as insolence and disrespect.” “Noted. Krystal didn’t appreciate my sense of humor either. Or my existence at all come to think of it. I guess you can’t do any worse than her.” Amber shrugged and snorted. Though that pain was there just beneath the surface. Her mother had only wanted her to trap Giovanni. Then just to collect the welfare benefits. But she was always quick to remind Amber that she had ruined her life. Her personal favorite endearing quote from Mommy Dearest besides “I hate you, you little bitch,” was “I wish I had aborted you when I had