Don't Call Me Stepmom Book Novels & Stories

I wish Jamilla was here so I could talk to her about this stuff, someday I'm going to have to trust her into helping to find my mom. I was playing a game on my phone when I heard a knock on the door, ugh, I think I had enough love for the day from Dad, pulling the door open I was met with my dear stepmom and she had a big enveloped in her hands, handed to me she say “ after reading these I hope you understand why you need to start showing us some respect in the house.” pushing the envelope in my hands, she gave me a once over look before walking away.

It was a lot of fun, I had many shots of tequila and some weird drink Laura gave me yesterday. I heard my stepmother call me twice before she bashed into my room with a spatula in her hand demanding me to get up from the mattress "I swear to God, Gianna Diane Harrison, if you do not get your ass off this bed right now, may God so help me that I don't deep-fry you this morning," I lazily shot my eyes open at her angry voice and lifted the soft pillow from my head because whenever my stepmother calls us by our full names then it means she will soon turn into She-Hulk.

All she could remember as a child was the fight that occurred between her dad and her oldest brother; when her father decided to marry her stepmother who is currently glaring at her. Sometimes, her stepmom acted lovely like the time her grandparents came to visit them and were to act kind and loving. Lovely memories! She smiled a little. “Winter, did your dad tell you about the volunteering work at the construction site?” her voice brings her out of her Dreamland. By now, Joy has long gone and she was standing alone with her step-mom. She tried to recall talking with her dad but couldn't find any. “Never mind, ask him ” With that, She stalked off dusting the imaginary dust on her skinny dres

ALPHA JACOB CALDWELL Quickly, I find her contact saved in my favourites’ list and just then, I hesitate a bit, my finger hovering over the call button. What do I even say to her? Where do I even start? “Hi sweetheart, I just discovered your stepmother murdered your birth mother and has been stealing from the pack for years. Can we talk?” No.

“It’s your mom.” My stomach did a full flip. My mom? Now? Like… now now? I sat up way too fast, immediately regretted it, and whimpered as my back and thighs reminded me of my current physical state. He walked over, that familiar crooked smirk playing on his lips, and held the phone out like he was offering me a live grenade. “Better not keep her waiting.” I stared at the phone like it had personally wronged me. My mom. After all that. And now I had to act like everything was totally normal? Like I hadn’t just been absolutely wrecked by my stepbrother-turned-werewolf-bodyguard in a secret cabin in the woods because we’re on the run from an evil agency?

Chloe asked, curling up on the sofa. Marcus sat beside her, pulling her into his side. "I think we should start by figuring out how we're going to act when your mother calls." Chloe sighed, closing her eyes. "I'll just tell her I'm still sad. She'll believe it. She always thinks I'm dramatic." "And I'll play the supportive step-father," Marcus said, his voice tinged with irony. "The most supportive step-father in the world," she teased, her hand sliding under his shirt to touch his skin.

I was really horny and craved for him badly,so I had to change my shorts twice. By evening, my Mom had another one of her fancy dinners downstairs. I didn't want to go, but she gave me that look, the one that said I was being difficult again,so I had to put on a simple black dress that hugged my body a little and went down. My stepdad was there, of course,looking too good in a dark button-up, sleeves rolled up, talking to some important people like he owned the whole damn world. Which he kind of did,every time our eyes met across the room, heat pooled low in my belly,I drank more than I should have champagne,wine, then something stronger that burned going down.

That night, I was trying to sleep, but then I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop thinking about her after the party. I didn’t care about everything as much as I wanted to go to her room, and see those eyes, they wouldn’t deny, they would never lie. I knocked on her door…When she didn’t open, I instantly felt that something was off. I spent the next day searching the areas near us, but nothing… That was when I got a call from my step mom. I thought it was very considerate of her to do all of that without even making me feel that everyone’s life was in danger that night.

CHAPTER 2 – A New Home of Hidden Fires Ariana's POV The Sterling mansion loomed before us like something out of a gothic novel. Three stories of dark stone and tall windows, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens that probably cost more to maintain than our old house's mortgage. Mom squeezed my hand as we stood at the base of the front steps. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart. This is a fresh start for both of us." A fresh start. Right. Because nothing says “fresh start” like moving into your mother’s husband’s home at twenty—years after my biological father ruined everything.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.