I Love My Stepmom Novels & Stories

"Well, darling, I'll be thinking of visiting you on Friday. I love you...you know that, honey?" I she gave in a sheepish laugh; what is my mom up to now?. I close my eyes; her precious words give me a warm glow inside. "Love you too, Mom. Say hi to your husband for me, and I hope he gets better fast." "Will do, honey. Bye." "Bye." I hung up the phone. My heart swells talking to Lawrence, and a large lump knots in my throat. We have a special bond that I treasure. Even though he's my stepdad, he's always treated me as his own, and I can't wait to see him.

My best friend Stephany keeps asking me what's wrong so in the end I've told her since I can't tell anybody else. "Shit so you are in love with your stepfather?.....OMG girl!! I wonder what he must look like since you fell for him....tell me, is he hot??" She smirks but I sigh. "Steph you don't get it do you?! It's wrong he is married to my mother and she.....she just....behaves like the ice queen she always was!" "Wait what, so she doesn't love him??"

My dad told me he was also a late grower. Only got his growth spurt when he was 16. My stepmom’s face changes when she sees my reaction and grabs my neck, cutting off my air supply. “Stop looking at me like that, with the same face as your goddamn father. You will love me, right? You can love me in his place? You need to love me.” She looks crazy. I grab her hand, trying to get myself free but she is too strong. By tiny hands are nothing in comparison to her stronger ones.

she said tearfully. “No Olivia, he is your father and he loves you dearly so he is a good man. You shouldn’t worry about me, this is adult stuff” I told her and tried to hug her. “ you are a good person, I wish you were my mother. You are nice and beautiful “ she said smiling and I felt guilty. I had the opportunity to truly be her mother and I refused. “ I am now your stepmom Olivia, I love you and will always take care of you. I didn’t give birth to you but if you allow me to be your mom, I’ll show you how much I care about you “ I told her

He assures me. I looked up at him and smiled. As he cleaned the tears of my face I say, “no worries, I have a feeling we are going to be great friends.” He leans back to get a closer look at me and says, “good, I expected nothing less from my stepmom.” I snickered, “Your stepmom?” “Your mommy dearest.” We both laughed, for what felt like ages, and it definitely felt better. ALESSIA’S POV

I stood there for a long time, staring at the spot where she’d been, trying to ignore the fact that my brain had cataloged every inch of her like some kind of traitorous highlight reel. She was my stepmother. My stepmother. And I already hated how much I didn’t hate looking at her.

We both sat out watching the cold weather, considering the fact that there was light all over And it made the environment cozier than it was during the day . As I sat there , I wondered what would be going through my mothers mind , why isn’t she bothered about me , I am still her child , she should care, but she doesn’t , I am pretty sure that she could be somewhere with my step father having the time of her life without caring about me , that is how much she hates me . “ Do you miss your mother ? Stephan's voice echoed from where he sat . I slowly turned to face him and then forced a smile out covering the fact that I am trying to hone the tears that were threatening to come out.

To others, Stepmothers were horrible creatures but she was more than anything to me, even though she never attends any celebrations we had or congratulate us, she always sends congratulatory messages, we loved her as if she was our biological mom. Even when she and Dad got a divorce, we stayed with her because to us, she was more than a parent, she was the person we loved the most, the one who always read us bedtime stories, the one who always make sure we eat on time, never get bullied and was always there in every point of our life………yet she is the very same person who killed Mom…… I was on the verge of tears, I can’t believe to such extent. We loved her. We loved a murderer.

"I-I left the house.. I left dad.. I-I know that, that would not make you really happy but.. I have had enough, mom. My step-mother was not like you at all.. I-I really thought she w-was lovely but I was completely wrong haha.. also her daughter, Ayumi, I really thought we'd become be-bestfriends but.. it turns out she doesn't really l-like me.." My tears were unstoppable. I couldn't make them stop even if I try holding them back, maybe this was really how much bad I was feeling all this time. "Mom... I-I feel like the whole world is against me.. a-and I've got nobody on my side to help me win this battle. It is not really a bad thing though haha, I have learned a lot of things.. and I'm not

“I have tried to show him I could be his mom if he would just give me the chance, but he refuses and rebels against everything that I do for him.” “You're not his mom,” I pointed out, discomfort pooling inside my stomach as I stared at her, lost for words. She is here trying to be a mom to a boy that she doesn't want her around him or his father, but she left her infant, her blood child, behind years ago. “I know I am not, but I could still love him like I was,” she replied. “You are his stepmother. Try remembering that when dealing with him. Let him realize you won't ever replace his mother. Maybe that would be a start,” I shrugged.