Romans & histoires Don't Call Me Stepmom Book

Her small footsteps echoed against the wooden staircase, a stark contrast to the warm, inviting atmosphere of the house. Zach noticed Chloe's bad behavior and glanced at me, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. He gestured with his hands, silently telling me to calm down, as if he sensed the turmoil brewing within me. But I had no problem with her behavior. I could relate to Chloe's situation; she didn't want a stepmom. Step-moms are the worst, I thought bitterly. I had heard stories about that and seen some cases firsthand, so I could understand her resistance.

And by the way… you can call me mom from now on, my dear. ''Really?'' I focused my cold gaze to her with a raised brow, the corner of my mouth curved into a smirk. ‘‘Are you sure, mommy?’’ ‘‘Of course, sweetheart!’’ she said, hurrying forward and grabbed my hand. ‘‘We are family, Celestine... Although I’m your stepmother, I can treat you like my own daughter just like how I am treating your sister…’’ What's her drama this time? I couldn't help but chuckle as I wrenched my hand away from her grip. ‘‘I apologize, but I don’t need another mother. I only have one mother and her name is Sandra…’’

James asked the same question my mom just threw at his son. "Me?" I was taken aback by his question. I've never really decided on what I'll do yet. All I know is that I want to get away from here first. "Ummm…" I paused. "Haven't decided" He nodded in understanding. The rest of the dinner was okay and at the end, we hugged and waved goodbye to my soon to be stepdad and stepbrother. The moment I got into mom's car, my phone vibrated. Thinking I've got a message from Lexi, I pulled it out. It's from an unknown contact. I opened it.

He looked at Bea who was still carrying Caleb and realized that the two were so close, they really looked like mother and son. Callum covered his face and sighed. What was he thinking? He was trying to get close to Caleb because he did not want Caleb to have a stepmother! But the thought of someone like Bea being his stepmother was not a bad idea. It would have been better if it was her. He sighed once more. What was he thinking? Bea and Caleb went to the wave pool together. It was then that she realized that Callum was no longer following them. “Caleb, where’s your dad?” Bea asked the child who was currently enjoying himself at the shallow part of the pool.

Mother and her damn mate can't seem to say no to this spawn of Satan. I smile and lean my head back. "Step-sister. And no, that wouldn't be the way I would treat my sister if I had one. But you are a siren, the Devil's groupie, nowhere near a sister. Besides, I'm sure you are the first woman to call her step-brother "baby." Just tell me why you called me so I can hang up on you." She ruins any chance I have to get rid of worries. I can hang up now, but after this call will come many more, and some from mother. Turning off my phone is not an option as there could be anyone who desperately needs help, so her call is a waste of time.

Alice It still feels different every time I go up to Mom’s place—it’s like I return to a lighter version of myself, the one without complicated men, without corporate wars, and without eyes constantly measuring whether I’m enough for the world of people like Lance. I have my own keys and fingerprint on the door lock, so I just opened the door. I was immediately greeted by the smell of sinigang and the familiar laughter of my stepfather watching a documentary in the living room. Mom glanced at me from the kitchen, and her smile instantly widened.

Stepping into the living room a few minutes later, the annoying glare of my stepmother welcomes me. "Good morning, ma'am Felicia," I greet her politely, but she only glares hard at me. Don't blame me for calling her that, it's what she prefers. In all the years she has spent with my dad, she has never for once allowed me to call her 'mom', and not that I want to anyway. "You know the landlord would throw us out later if we don't provide the money, so don't fail us," She says to me like I'm the one that's going to employ myself there. Why does my life have to be this awful?

Stepmom and stepson share a bed in the only motel available during a hurricane. Enjoy.. ******* Named after my father, a successful lawyer, my name is Johnathon, but everyone calls me Johnny instead of junior. I'm a nineteen-year-old virgin that I hope will change as soon as I start college in September. My stepmother is Elizabeth, a beautiful, 38-year-old redhead with blue eyes, freckles, and a shapely and sexy figure. With me a virgin, always horny, and filled with testosterone, I can't count how many times I've masturbated over imagining Elizabeth topless, naked, and having forbidden sex with her.

Without a second thought, acting on a three-year-old instinct of being a wife, I stepped into his personal space. The air in the hallway vanished. Flyn went silent. I reached up, my fingers moving with practiced grace as I straightened his collar and began to rework the knot of his tie. I felt the heat radiating off his chest, the heavy, rhythmic thrum of his heart against my knuckles. For a moment, I forgot he was a monster. I forgot he was my father-in-law. I just wanted him to look like the King he was. Then, reality came crashing back. I saw Flyn’s shocked expression. I felt Maxwell’s body go rigid as a board beneath my touch. My face went scarlet. I was acting like a wife to a man who h

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.