Doris Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

They were so close that they looked really annoying in my eyes. Dad seemed to be holding her hand. Meanwhile, my stepmother was busy twisting Dad's fingers while leaning back. I was sick of looking at them. I twisted my mind ninety degrees. I convinced myself that my relationship with Andreas would definitely win. I would make this very crucial issue work in my favor. If they could make out so proudly, why couldn't Andreas and I? With quickened steps, I climbed the stairs to the second floor. However, my footwear, quite noisy due to the clash with the tiled floor, made my father and stepmother turn their heads. They both spotted me walking towards my room.

The name made her stomach twist: Doris Lauren, her stepmother. "Nina Morrison! Do you know what time it is? Why aren't you home yet? You want us all to starve?" Before Nina could answer, Doris's sharp voice rattled her ears. Of course, she would be home by now if it hadn't been for the accident. Her heart tightened at the thought of her bedridden father. With a grunt, she pushed herself off the ground and limped toward home, her soaked skirt clinging to her legs, and her wet hair sticking to her skin. The night wind bit at her, sending shivers down her spine.

Although I didn't stay for long, I came back miserable. A smile tugged at Dawn's lips, and her eyes narrowed into a slow, deliberate look. The sharpness in her eyes melted into satisfaction. “You finally came to your senses,” I heard her say as she straightened the crease on her extravagant dress. Just then, the door sprang open, revealing my wicked stepmother, Ursula. That was a nickname I had given her since she had a striking resemblance to that character in The Little Mermaid. “What do you think you are doing? The wedding is about to begin, but you are still here,” her scary light coffee-brown eyes focused on me as she looked at me in disgust.

"Humor me, she's your sister? You ugly f*ck!" He shrieked in pain as blood spurted everywhere. "No! Please! Stepsister…!" he continued. "She's my stepsister!" I tipped my head to the side and narrowed my eyes at him. "Your stepsister?" I had to seem skeptical. Only then it would pressure him to tell me everything he knew about Rosalie. "What kind of a man would choose your mother over Rosalie's mother?" I patted his face, "What the f*ck did your mother do to make Rosalie's father fall for her?"

She had gone late and so the sun was slowly leaving, paving way for a rather not too bright moon. She was scrolling through her timelines on I*******m as she walked across the lonely path when she heard footsteps. She turned around and there was nobody at sight. She shrugged believing it would have been her imaginations. Some moments later, she heard the same footsteps again and this time, upon looking around to see who it was, she came face to face with a group of guys. Doris estimated their age to be between twenty one and twenty two judging from their faces. "What do you want from me" she asked trying to stay courageous even though, her heart rate had increased.

When she had slapped Dora, her stepmother had made every single worker in the palace call her a cursed princess, and she had no choice but to sit through all of it and listen as they insulted her with the greatest bane of her life. When she had bitten three of Dora’s fingers, her stepmother had sunk her teeth into all the fingers on Caralyn’s left hand. It was so painful that Caralyn realized how painful it must have been for Dora when she was bitten. But that realization had made her happy. Causing people pain and reveling in it isn’t in her character. But Dora had always brought out the worst in her. Caralyn’s bitter smile turned into pure amusement when she remembered how stupid her stepm

Maya was in her wedding dress she looked all pretty but with a sad face then her stepmother walked into the room looking at her saying you look nice Aunty Doris I don’t think I can do this said Maya What makes you think you have a choice? Asked Doris you can and you will she said. It’s will be such a shame if suddenly you aren’t allowed to work anymore to pay for your mother hospital bills and we won’t be able to pay either and I’m pretty sure you don’t want that to happen Doris said.

“Plus, Brad probably travels all the time, liaising with shareholders, meeting politicians, and bribing important people with his deep pockets. You know that’s par for the course in the construction biz. Developers are all shady as hell, and I’m sure Brad Landry is no different. So yeah, I don’t think there’s a bat’s chance in hell of crossing paths with my ex-stepfather.” Lila looks thoughtful. “Well, when you put it that way ...” I nod firmly while stuffing the last of my clothes into my suitcase. “I definitely think it won’t happen. But what about you? Don’t you have a summer job lined up with your uncle? Don’t you need to pack?” Lila blushes and suddenly turns back to her laptop. “Yes, I

Are my becoming a monster for wanting to fuck my stepdaughter again? Thinking about this even made dick harder. I was supposed to be the mature one. The sensible one that should correct Charlotte, I mean I’m her father now. I genuinely care about this family. Charlotte was my stepdaughter, quiet, innocent eyes, beautiful curves that hid her craziness. But she’d awakened the dominant beast I’d buried. Stacy was a great woman: strong, ambitious, always sacrificing for the company and our name. But she never gave me what I needed. Flash Back

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “So you really got married… and now you don’t want to see me anymore?” she said, but there was pain hidden in her voice. Then she looked at Ashton again. “Do you really disgrace your own stepsister that much?” she asked. And that was when everything clicked. Stepsister. So Dion was Ashton’s stepsister. I felt my chest tighten slightly. Ashton looked like he was about to respond, but his phone suddenly rang. He sighed again, clearly annoyed, before looking at me.