I Love My Stepmom Novels & Stories

“Don’t listen to this little b*tch’s lies! Her mother died early, and she’s hated the two of us for a long time! She opened the gate on purpose! She wanted to kill our baby, Ethan!” Before Dad could react, I immediately ran forward on my short little legs, threw myself at his thigh, and hugged it tightly. I lifted my dirty face and looked at him with the purest, most innocent gaze I could manage. “Dad, I didn’t!” I said in a soft, childish voice, already trembling with sobs, sounding as wronged as possible. “I want a mom to love me, too, but Mom doesn’t love me. I thought that if I treated Ethan well, you’d like me more…”

He responded. "That.." "What?" "Stop calling me your stepmom" I finally told him. "Why?" "I don't like it; even if you are you tryna tease me with it. I don't feel comfortable when you call me your stepmom. You know you are older than me?" "It doesn't matter. That's how we are related. Stepmom - stepson" "No please Liam. See it more like we are just friends and colleagues and you are my boss" I said.

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

"I know my mom better than anyone else. I know you because of her, but I don’t care about her relationship. I care about you. I’ve grown attached to you, not because of her, but because I like being around you." I paused, letting my words sink in before continuing. “You’ve become important to me in just a few days. And…” I hesitated for a second before my voice grew firmer, “I hope you won’t see me as your stepdaughter because I’d hate that. I don’t want that kind of relationship with you.” My words came out a bit sharper than I’d intended, and I could feel my frustration bubbling up. The mere thought of being seen as his stepdaughter made my skin crawl, and I hated the idea more than anythi

I smiled to myself, already planning the next time I’d use her. My step-mom’s pretty cunt was mine now. And I was going to fill it again and again.

FUCKING MY STEPSISTER My stepsister has always been calm and looks like a nerd, but the truth is I love her that way. And when I say I love her, it’s not just family love—it’s the forbidden kind that keeps me up at night. Because she’s damn hot and sexy in that quiet, unsuspecting way.

Dad also does not agree with this. I made them tie the knot forcefully as it was my mother's wish but I always heard from others that stepmom behaved badly with previous child. She would not care for me but still, I didn't mind this as this was my mother's wish. Eventually, others were proved wrong because she loved me as her daughter.

Chelsea Breakfast was one hell of an exciting affair for everyone except me. I didn't mean to, but the moment I stepped out and saw him, my countenance changed. I hoped my step mom would not notice that the smile I flashed her as I took my place next to her was a bogus one. My step brother, Aldrich had prepared breakfast and he was all smiles. His eyes found mine and I looked away. "Good morning, Auntie Naomi. Good morning, dad.", I greeted with my eyes on my plate. Dad nodded as his mouth was stuffed with food and auntie Naomi patted my hair.

The one last connection he has with Mom. Scarlett might be my step mom but she loved me like I was her biological daughter and never really treated me different from her biological daughter, Irina. She showered us both with the same love and attention. And there was Irina, my sweet little sister and partner in crime. If someone ever told me that I would survive in this house without her, I wouldn't believe. She was like a part of me and no matter what she did, we were connected by a strong bond that could never be broken.

“I hate you for all the pain you caused me. I know I don't have a father, from the day I left this dungeon you called a home, family.” “You never came looking for me, me your first daughter.” “I remembered when you told me about my mom, how you loved her and death took her away so sudden from you. This is the product of your claimed love, but, you chose a strange woman over me.” My eyes ached and felt bad seeing my dad in that state. I hadn't finished talking to my dad, my stepmom came in and rebuked me. “Come on shut up, you little brat.”