Doris Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

There were probably 70 to 80 young masters in the York family, including Phillip. However, Phillip was a distant relative, and he was utterly useless. Doris was dumbfounded. She had been frightened, and then all she felt was relief. She then exploded with immense anger as if she wished to skin and gut Phillip alive. Even though she wanted to advance socially through her daughter, she cared about her daughter and did not want anything bad to happen to her. She did not expect Phillip to be a bad egg. Doris had no idea what terrible consequences Lora would face if she married him. They would be unable to join a wealthy family, and their entire family could also be implicated.

"Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?" My late mom was a Pack hooker who got knocked up by Gamma Baldwin and I was the unwanted result who grew into the undesirable Omega. Horny and ignored. Now thanks to my lovely stepsister, everyone knew my fantasies. Now he knew. Damien sat with disgust on his face at the ugly revelation of what lay beneath the facade of my friendship. "Really? Ogling my boyfriend makes your pussy ache? What a loser. Babe, check this line out." My evil stepsister chuckled, clearly having fun. Having fun humiliating me.

"You're never like this." I took a deep breath. I told them about Ursula's daughter showing up, but these guys didn't know the extent of my suffering where my mother was concerned. They knew the facts but they didn't get it, and why would they? It wasn't their mother, and they were obligated by nature to love my father and respect him no matter what because he was their alpha. I had to get that off my chest, though, because it was killing me. "My new stepsister arrived today."

Alice I thought the worst of my anxiety had passed when I saw Lance across the ballroom with Jeraldine. I was wrong. It’s worse when you’re not just dealing with jealousy— But judgment. Mrs. Dorothy Smith approaches like she has her own spotlight. I don’t need to guess who she is. She’s seen me before. The first time Javier introduced me as his girlfriend at a more private dinner, it was painfully clear she didn’t approve. “Javier,” she greets, her tone controlled but edged with disapproval, “I didn’t know you invited her.”

He had reached out on his own initiative just to make me give my jewelry to my stepsister, Vanya Lovel. It brought back memories of Vanya's third day at the manor, when Dorian caught her weeping in the glasshouse. I could still remember the empathetic look on his face when he came back and told me, "Vanya moved into your house with her mother. Her biological father has abused her ever since she was a child. After all these years, she has never even seen a moonlit rose." That was when I learned that my stepsister, who was about my age, had lived such a miserable life. Consequently, I willingly gave up the greenhouse I had tended with my own hands and even gifted her my favorite moonstone orna

She stated sternly and had her hand showing me to the door that was just behind me. I felt like an Outcast because of how I was being treated but none of them mattered to me as much as the one standing on the stairs did. But when I looked up again, she was no longer in sight and I concluded she must've ran up the stairs or some place else while I had my eyes fixed on her mother who glared at me with so much contempt evident in her stare. Her Stepfather soon stepped in and after whispering softly to his wife's ears, he placed his hand gently on my shoulder and led me out of the house.

She acted so well, not raising a single suspicion. "So you decided to have someone do your dirty work? Take pictures of our private moments while you pretend to be our friend?" "James, I…" I withdraw my hold on her and let her move towards him. "You know how badly I want you. You know how much I love you. You know how I feel, and I– I couldn’t handle your rejection. I was willing to do anything. Besides, she’s your stepsister, James." She passes me a look of disgust, and I chuckle wryly as she turns back to him. "What you’re doing isn’t right, and you know it. You should be with someone like me. Someone who—"

When they got to the stairs connecting to other parts of the house. Alice stopped walking and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Doris, who was on her way to the meeting, saw Devon and Alice at the top of the stairs. She then turned to her mate, who was standing behind her, and gestured for him to see the Alpha and his mate.

Dorian says, throwing me my dress. “What?” I ask, my voice high-pitched. “I’m not going down there smelling like --” He interrupts me, looking at me with his eyebrows raised. “Like you just had filthy sex on the floor of your room with your step-brother?” I grab the pillow from the floor and throw it at him. “Please stop saying that.” “Step-brother?” he asks, grinning. “Does it bother you? I mean, you are keeping it in the family.”

Elodie eats like a queen, wears the hottest fashions, and is treated like a person, whereas I’m treated worse than dirt. Elodie is my stepsister, and she’s the apple of my stepmother Louisa’s eye. My back cracks as I sit up and wring out the sponge again. Sweat prickles on my brow despite the chill in the air that’s nipping at my toes through my worn out and fraying boots. Evening is closing in, another day spent scrubbing and mending and toiling while my stepmother and stepsister sit downstairs in front of the fireplace complaining about the ball three years ago.