Doris Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

God, they were both such awful people. Doris looked at me with pleading eyes. I gently caressed her cheek. I hated to turn her down. "Please," she whispered. “I’ll think about it.” “Thank you.” Doris peppered my face with a wonderful little kiss. I made my expression harsh, so she didn’t get her hopes up too much. I wanted to help her, but I didn’t like the idea. Of course, I would never accept that gold-digging Bob as my stepfather.

said Stella’s stepmother, smirking at her. Stella became furious at her stepmother’s words. “Humph. Your mother’s mother was a whore, seducing my dad. Thus, giving birth to your mother. Your mother’s a whore who seduced my husband.” “My mother’s not a whore,” said Stella. Stella’s stepmother laughed. “Your mother IS a whore! She seduced your father, MY husband and made him fall head over heels for her! Stealing him for years!” she huffed. “That’s how she gave birth to you, you slut!”

Kruger knitted her brows. "No! Have you seen her ugly face? She's the step-mother. This one's mother died when she was very young. Her father later married that witch. He accepted that witch and her daughter and in turn his daughter was treated cruelly by that witch. He was too good to do anything and this one was too good to complain about the cruelty she suffered... Even now that witch prances around..." Daisy went on. Dr. Kruger was confused if Daisy is speaking about someone else but it seems like this is the real story of Jacques. To think the girl she once talked to and admired as a strong girl to have such a sad story... She was surprised.

“Whatever complications that might come with being with him is worth it, and I don’t want to let anything discourage me.” “That’s the spirit,” Ria says before I notice Suzy eyeing her. Ria looks back and they exchange a look that makes my stomach drop. “What?” I ask worriedly. “Nothing,” Ria says too quickly. “It’s just about your stepsister Louise.” “What about her?” “Daisy,” Suzy’s voice brings my attention back to her. “You know your stepsister is not going to let last night slide. She was humiliated in front of everyone, including your stepmother. They are definitely going to retaliate one way or another.”

"He never forgave me for that mess, even though I didn’t have anything to do about it." Doris steps closer, her eyes narrowing. “Look at you, acting like a saint. This,” she gestures towards my belly, “can’t happen.” The way she says it sends a shiver down my spine. I have a really bad feeling about this. She’s acting like a total lunatic now. I instinctively take a step back. "Can you just leave me alone, Doris? I don't want Bill. You can have him," I say, hoping to defuse the situation.

Doris' exquisite and gorgeous dress was torn, revealing a large spot of her fair skin. She struggled helplessly, crying out, but it was all in vain. Seeing her like this, I didn't feel sorry for her at all. She deserved it all. Moreover, I didn't intentionally harm anyone. This plan was made by her, and the people were found by her. Thus, when things went the other way around, she couldn't blame anyone for that. I watched as Doris was pulled down from the high platform. She was once arrogant and disdainful of others, yet now she was reduced to dust. Halle, like in her previous life, took out her phone and recorded the process.

Bidding goodbyes, William seemed as if he did not want to let go of Panashe's hand as they pulled apart. She was whispering something and constantly nodding as if he was asking her questions. Doris had not spoken to her daughter in a while, from all the gossip she knew that William's children were now staying here... so much chaos with the spoiled brat mulatto. Her feet were starting to ache just by trying to see what they were still doing. This was absolutely disgustingly grody. She just never learns, Doris thought. Now the dress she was wearing outlines her backside very tightly. It shocked her how her daughter had become a much worse harlot than any negro ever known.

At that moment, he thought of another way, he went downstairs with her, accidentally he saw Doris in the distance, like a cleaning note. The sound of footsteps on the stairs caught Doris' attention, when she saw Calliope looking at Riffen with passionate eyes, and he was only looking in her direction, Doris saw that there was instability so she arranged . running and going quickly to the kitchen. When Riffen saw Doris's style, he laughed, then Calliope thought he really cared, so he kissed Riffen even harder on the cheek. Doris still has a feeling of nervousness, she looked behind to confirm, immediately saw the scene of the other body, so it was a little uncomfortable, her mother was really

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.

The day I discovered Sean's affair, I cornered him and my stepsister Tina in the company warehouse. A fire broke out afterward. Tina died saving me from the flames, and Sean was injured when a pillar collapsed on him. His shoulder was wrapped in bandages. "Joanna, are you happy now?" His ragged scream that day echoed in my ears for a long, long time. Two months later, the company went bankrupt because of the fire. To pay off the debts, Sean and I moved to a run-down neighborhood. I worked three jobs a day, all to ease the guilt eating me alive. A few years passed, and our relationship seemed to find its way back to what it once was—right up until Valentine's Day. That was when I spotted the