Fat Ass Stepdaughter Novels & Stories

' Those were the last words my mother said to me before her warm body which always smelt like butter turned cold. "Hey, ugly bitch!" My step sister Tamara called out to me. "Dad wants to see you." I sighed. I already know what this is all about, I overheard the other omega's talking about it. "I'm coming!" I yelled and ran back into the house Being the first daughter of the prestigious Beta Russell Bolduc of Dawnstar Pack, one would think that my life was a bed of roses, but my life was nothing short of a continuous nightmare that never seems to end

“I do. Genuinely.” I laughed, bitter, tugging my hair back. “If you cared, you wouldn’t have made my mum pregnant” He closed the distance in two strides, grabbed my shoulders, not hard but firm, holding me still. His eyes bored into mine, dark, intense. “Your mom’s my wife, Ava. You’re my stepdaughter.” I shoved at his chest, not budging him. “Which stepdad in this world fucks his stepdaughter?” I hissed, voice shaking, tears burning my eyes.

I glance at Rhea and she looks as horrified as I am. What the hell does he mean by that? "If you need a girl from this household,” my stepmom suddenly speaks up, startling me，“we will be willing to offer you our eldest daughter, Ashanti. She will be the perfect candidate because she is an intellectual and a very brave fighter. What I mean is, she always has very high grades in school and takes first position in her class every academic year. She has won many academic awards and competitions. Everyone in our pack knows she’s a brain box and for her fighting skills… oh, they are impeccable. She’s so strong and brave! She is a daughter I am very proud of.” My stepmother praises me with a smile

"Remember I once kept your secret too?" "Stop guilt-tripping me!" She spat. "You should have known that I have no shame or any ounce of feeling disgusted. Tell everyone that Suraj Atasha is my stepbrother, and even tell them that he took my virginity and he's fucking my mum... I don't fucking care!" Isis's heart dropped with disappointment. Indeed, Fatima was not the type to feel ashamed or beg someone to keep her secret. But if she's got someone else's secret, Isis knew for sure it was just a matter of time.

Not standing beside Kelan pretending to be his perfect Luna, but plotting with Valor to take everything for ourselves. "I'm sure he'll her number tonight," I mentioned casually. "Finally stopped calling her every five minutes." "About time," Valor muttered. "His obsession with that girl was getting pathetic." "She's my step-sister you know," I revealed quietly. Valor's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Step-sister? You never mentioned that before." I set the glass down and walked to the window, looking out at the pack grounds below. "Her father was with my mother once," I explained. "Before he met Melissa's mother. My mother got pregnant but he denied it and moved on. Built a whole life with Melis

"Your mother was a means to an end. She was a woman of low appetites and high debts. She was easy to manage. Easy to buy." "You used her," I whispered, the weight of the betrayal hitting me again. "You sat at our table, you kissed her cheek, you called yourself my stepfather... and all the time you were just waiting for her to die?" "I didn't wait for her to die, Elara. I waited for her to fail," he corrected, his voice as sharp as the knife in his hand. "And she failed spectacularly. She gambled away your inheritance in a basement in Macau. She signed over your guardianship to settle a debt with a man who would have sold you to the highest bidder in a heartbeat. I didn't steal you. I saved

“Your new stepmother.” Stepmother. I was twenty-one. She couldn’t have been more than thirty-two. Barely eleven years between us. My chest burned with something close to resentment but laced with a wicked curiosity I couldn’t admit to myself. That night at dinner, I learned she grew up in Texas, worked as a fitness trainer for wealthy housewives, and met Dad when he joined her yoga class in Scottsdale. My dad had been alone for years after Mom died of cancer. I should have been happy for him. But every time her lips wrapped around the edge of her wine glass, I imagined them wrapping around something else.

I won’t go and my mum can’t force me either. “Speaking about your soon to be hot step dad, you can’t deny that you find him attractive. Sexy and hot.” Lisa picked a piece of chip, rolling her tongue around in a sexy way that it was hard for me not to find it disgusting. “Just imagine all the naughty things you could do to him, and perhaps there’s a chance that he would continue what-“

I query in confusion. "Imagine the guts of this fool. Are you seriously asking me what you've done? " Mr Adebayo replies and my brows furrow in confusion. "Sir, I'm sorry but I really don't understand what's going on. "I reply. "You idiot! You got my daughter pregnant! " Mr. Adebayo says throwing a resounding slap across my face. Wait what? Esthers POV; I Wake up to the sound of my brothers voice screaming, "Daddy! " I lazily turn my head in the direction of the noise and find my father standing before Dayo and Dayo cradling his left cheek.

My creativity is bubbling, and I can tell Steph is loving it too. I could tell Faith and Sawyer were in way over their heads with their daughter; she’s manipulative, but she knows what she wants. I have met my fair share of Jasmins in my life, but I love the idea of the party too much to let it go. I would rather deal with her tantrums and her controlling ways than not to do it. “You know she is going to be a nightmare, right?” Steph asks, and I laugh, nodding.