Don't Call Me Stepmom Book Novelas e Histórias

"I'm just not going to be with your dad anymore. But I'll love you forever." I held her face in both hands. "And Lisa's been with me every day. She's keeping me company. I'm not sad anymore." She smiled. Then she sat up straight, very serious and deliberate. "If Scarlett has a baby someday, it'll be my little brother or sister." "Dad says I'll be Donna one day. I'll be very powerful. And when that day comes, I'll protect you and your baby." "I'm really smart. I can handle it."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * T E N Y E A R S A G O NEW YORK CITY * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ K A R A ] “Mom! I’m home!” I exclaimed as I pushed the door open and raced towards the kitchen. Grandma followed right behind me, and she was carrying my backpack and my third grade report card.

She didnt finish her words because Stephanie hit her "How dare you Insult, he has been nothing but caring towards you, he has been watching out for your good but instead you keep on insulting,you keep on pushing him away, don't you think it's time you accept him as your father" "Never! He will never be my dad okay, just because you married him doesn't mean I have to call him my dad,mom!"She yelled at Stephanie while clutching her cheek Did she just call Stephanie mom,if Stephanie is her Mom, definitely she must be Bruce Denvers....step daughter.

Because he didn't know what side to pick obviously. I wasn't surprised. I've always known that he was a chicken. A scarecrow, unable to do anything because of his stupid mistress. "Can't you just leave today? Without causing a scene? We're currently...look, your stepmom is weak, she can't handle all these now." Step mom??? Ohhh my goodness. He just called her my Stepmom??? Wow! Hazel held my arm and gently squeezed it without saying a word. I knew that she could tell that I was pissed off and was trying to stop me from launching at Elizabeth and taking off her hair.

It rang again, and on the third attempt, I felt him slow down. “Pl…ease….continue…I…want…y…ou…” I begged and watched his lips flatten in a smirk, before leaning in. “Pick your call, Stepmom. We wouldn't want to draw attention to ourselves, would we?” He muttered in a low, husky voice and slowly let go of my hair. Stepmom! The sound of it made my pussy throb. My body shook, and my legs lost balance, but I picked up the land phone placing it on my right ear.

He should stop acting like he is going to fill that void in my heart when he is never going to do that , he will never be my father and that’s just it , I do not care how , Getting out of the bathroom , I could hear my phone ringing and when I saw the caller , I could feel my heart racing hard , I didn’t want to believe that my step dad had gone to report me to my mom , he better not do that . “ mom “ I called out the moment I picked up the phone . “You know what girl , I think I have been too nice with you , what guts do you have to talk to your step dad in that way and in that manner , I have done literally everything to make sure that you are happy and give you that life that you deserve

I defended myself. "Don't blame my daughter, Raina. Just admit that you're flirtatious like your real mother. And from now on, I don't want to hear you calling me mom. Call me by my name." After my stepmom spoke, she also left the table and, like my father, didn't finish her meal.

"Hardly. I've had better mornings." "Get out. I don't want to see your face." "That's unfortunate. Because I'm your stepmother now." I pulled a chair closer and sat down. "Which means you're stuck with me." "I will never call you that." "Call me what?" "Mother." He spat the word. "You're not my mother. You're just a conniving woman who seduced my father." "Such language. Is that any way to speak to your elders?" "You're barely older than me!"

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.