Ebony Stepdaughter Novels & Stories

He notified, his hot breath trickling my neck some more. Something unsettling was clinging to my insides. “Don’t do this, Blaze. I am your Father’s wife!” I reminded them, hoping he would get a grasp of reality and let go before my body would overreact and give in. I couldn't remember the last time I was this close to a man, especially one as attractive as he was. “Are you heating up, Dear Stepmom? Your cheeks are red.” He pointed out, and gradually, the claws of embarrassment engulfed me, swallowing me up.

"Aloe is going to have a baby. You and James will have a new sibling." Evelyn's expression cycled through surprise, confusion, then something like hurt. "A new baby? Like, a real one that lives here all the time?" "Yes," I said gently. "But Evelyn, this doesn't change how much we love you. You're part of this family, always." "But the baby will be Blake's real kid. Like James. I'm just the stepdaughter." Blake pulled her close. "You're not 'just' anything. You're my daughter,not stepdaughter, not half-daughter, just daughter. This baby doesn't change that."

Scott took the glass and held it up to his face for a few seconds, then he took one sip, and another, and another before dropping the glass. “Not so bad now, is it?” she smiled and walked over to the other side of the desk and sat. “Can we talk before you finish your drink and I leave?” “Sure, Claire.” My mother took a sip of her drink, dropped the glass slowly on the desk, and leaned over, resting her elbows on the table. “I want to talk about Sabrina.” “Sabrina?” Scott's brows furrowed. “What about your daughter?” “Exactly... my daughter,” she muttered. “Why, my daughter? I mean... she doesn’t look better than me. She can’t be better than the original.”

My father slapped her hard before roaring sharply, "That was my daughter, Rina! She was my only family in this world, you bitch!" My father's anxiety got worse as he spoke. He kicked her hard. "You killed my Rina!" Brenda was dumbstruck. "No! That's not possible! Isn't your daughter blind? That little slut had bright eyes. It's not difficult to see that all she wanted was your money. There has to be some sort of misunderstanding, honey! She can't be your daughter!" Even though Brenda kept shaking her head, her face had already turned ghostly pale.

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h

I mumbled and he nodded. "Enea's my step brother,The first child of the family but Dad disowned him due to some reasons and he's not ready to come back home,They are both loggerheads at each other"He explains after some minutes and I stared at him in shock. They are step brothers?,How? "I know this will come as a shock to you but I'm an illegitimate son trying to fit into Enea shoes but I realized that I'm stucked to be under my Dad forever,I'm quite unfortunate"He chuckles sadly and I shook my head.

She was my soulmate. Izzy was seated next to her father. Jordan and my evil stepmother sat across from them, and at the head of the table was my father. "He’s not his father. Dad is nothing more than his sperm donor. I am the one who has been training to take over; I am the rightful heir. Not some bastard he made with a slu,-" before he could finish calling my mother a hurtful name. Alpha Ethan had slapped his son. "Don’t you dare!" Izzy took this opportunity to sign, [I’m sorry. I didn’t want to do the ceremony.]

Scarlett Blackstone, the daughter of the pack’s Alpha, forced into the role of an omega by the woman who wears the title of my stepmother like a badge of honor. I exhaled slowly, feeling the familiar sting of tears behind my eyes, but I wouldn’t cry. I’d cried enough tears to drown in, and they’ve never done me any good. Crying only made her smile, her lips curling in that cruel way that told me I was exactly what she wanted me to be—nothing.

"You don't deserve to know my name, but this is the last day we will ever meet. Call me Jonas." "And now," another man with a playful voice whispered, stepping into my line of sight with a silver tray. On it was a single, blood-stained champagne cork. "The Asset wants to see her mother." The doors at the far end of the room opened. Eden walked in. She was wearing a white silk robe, but it was ruined—streaked with dark, drying blood. She didn't look like my daughter or the girl I left in the hospital the day I gave birth to her or the girl I mistreated when she arrived at Daniel's house. She looked like a ghost that had learned how to kill. She walked with a liquid, predatory grace, her eyes

And then there was my mother. She looked up, startled, a fork paused halfway to her mouth. Robert Blackwood set his wine glass down slowly. “Back again, Ethan?” he said sounding very irritated “What is it this time? And why, exactly, are you dragging your… stepsister along?” Ethan didn’t respond and maybe he could see the way his father was calling the word ‘step-sister.’ My mother opened her mouth, clearly torn but like the good wife she was, she spoke “Ethan, what do we owe this honour—”