Ebony Stepdaughter Novels & Stories

Because my father saw me, I approached him. "You visited for, how long?" He asked. "Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly. "I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother." "You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother? "You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"

Father says, dragging my mind from the past back to the present. “I decided to change my mind. Maybe, be a good son and go back to school? Yeah” I reply nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders. “Or you did that because that girl is in school??” Father asks, his voice slightly raised. “That girl?” I blink in bewilderment. “Her name is Elena. She's your stepdaughter. She's family, and she should be treated like one.” Father slams his hands hard on his table, and I hear Riccardo suck in a breath. He and Vincenzo have both been quiet.

This chick was wife number two—the first one croaked, leaving behind a 22-year-old daughter who's now stuck with step-mommy dearest. But fuck it, I saw an opportunity, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers. I decided right then and there that I was gonna get my hands on both the MILF and the stepdaughter. If I played my cards right, I could turn them into my own personal fucking ATM. I was gonna milk them dry, and they wouldn't even know what hit 'em.

But my nipples tightened again, pushing fresh milk through the silk and when he saw it, his eyes dropped to the growing wet spots, dark and possessive. “You’re disgusting,” I breathed, my words weak and pleading. “I’m your stepmother and I’m carrying your father’s baby.” Ethan moved closer, towering over me. At nineteen he was already bigger and stronger than Mark. The way he looked at me wasn’t like a stepson anymore. It was the look of a man who had decided I was his. “I know exactly what you are,” he murmured. “That’s why it’s so fucking twisted and hot. You’re supposed to be forbidden but your body doesn’t care about rules. Look at you—leaking like a desperate whore for your own stepson.

I press my palms flat against the desk and breathe. I've spent my whole life as Gloria's daughter. I signed the fourth draft before I could lose my nerve and thought.. maybe it's time to find out what else I am.

"She lives in my house, she sleeps in my bed, and she belongs to me. But if you two can behave, and if you follow my exact, strict rules, I will allow you to have her when I permit it. You will not fight over her like animals, and you will not touch her without my explicit permission." Leo’s face went pale, his jaw clenching so hard it looked like it might shatter. "You want us to share her? Like... like some kind of arranged harem? Father, she's our step-sister!" "She is my wife's daughter, which makes her my property," Arthur corrected coldly, his voice dripping with absolute authority. "And if either of you breaks my rules, or if you ever raise a hand to each other over her again, I will

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

"I heard that Layman has a daughter." Beau lifted his eyelids. "Oh?" "Layman's daughter is about the same age as Sonya. Since ancient times, stepmothers had never been good with their stepdaughters. Why don't we..." Beau understood and could not help but nod. "That's a good idea. Why don't we leave it to you?" Eden nodded. "Okay." Different from Bates and Noah, Eden's way of dealing with things was simple and rude. Moreover, because he had been treated badly by his relatives when he was a child, he had experienced too many things, so he lacked sympathy for many things.

you have two children who'd be in the Beta position ) I smile at him and nod ( I hope I get to meet her one day ) [ I'm sure you will Ethan, I'm sure you will ] I'm obviously not gonna tell him I intend to go and bring her back because he'd tell his mother and she would try to interfere and may even involve the Alpha and Luna [ anyway son, I need to get back to work ] ( sure but can you tell me her name at least please ) [ her name is Ebony ] ( Ebony and Ethan Beddan ) he says nothing more and leaves my office. He's always wanted a sibling but unfortunately his mother could only get pregnant once, we where lucky to have Ethan and I was even more happy when I was told the pup was a boy but no

Sophie was in high spirits, as usual. “So,” Sophie said with a mischievous grin as they reached the lecture hall. “Tell me more about your stepfather. After seeing him the other day, I have been wanting to ask about him. He is so hot. Like, seriously. If he wasn’t your stepdad, I might be interested. That silver-fox thing he has going on? Total daddy material.” Monalisa’s cheeks burned. “Sophie!” “What? I’m just saying. He’s tall, muscular, that commanding presence… total fantasy material.”