I'm Only A Stepmother Novel Novels & Stories

**** "I woke up on the cold kitchen floor to the sound of my stepmother's stern command. Her children, Dongila and Akachi, approached me with menacing grins. stepmother and Johnson stood by the door, their faces twisted in anger. Confused and still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up. Then, I heard my stepmother's chilling words: 'Hold her down and remove her blouse. Let Johnson...' Realization dawned on me. Johnson's true intentions became clear. Yesterday, while I was washing dishes, he had grabbed me from behind, his hands clasping my developing brēasts. I had fought back, slāpping him and smāshing a plate on his head.

She seemed to move closer. "I'm so glad you aren't actually here to see me like this," I forced out slowly. "But gosh is it still good to see your beautiful face again." I reached out for her and the figure dropped beside me. "You are so gentle, and smart, and kind, and…perfect. You're just perfect," I closed my eyes as an especially rough spasm passed over my body. "I thought my stepmother was a gentle and kind person too though, not as much as my mother, but she took good care of me.

“Did you miss me?” Her auburn hair darkens. Her face shifts, aging slightly. And suddenly I’m staring at my stepmother—the woman who died when Alistair attacked our pack. Except she’s not dead. She’s very, very alive. And she’s a witch. “No,” I breathe, my legs going weak. “No, this can’t…” “I’ve been playing you all like puppets,” Kate, my stepmother, continues, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Orchestrating every tragedy, every betrayal, every death.”

“They treated me like an outcast while I was with them. I suffered so much because my birth warranted my mother's death. And my stepmother and her children made my life even worse. They would rip me off every nice thing I managed to buy for myself, starve me, and make me feel like I was not worthy of being alive. Which was why I decided to ignore them on getting here because there was no reason to greet them in the first place.” A pretty woman patting a wailing pup walked into the throne room, and the Alpha queen yelled at her. “Take that child of yours and get lost!” I watched how the lady quickly apologized and then walked away hastily. Afterward, the Alpha queen returned her attention to

✓ RIYA "This is my home, stepmother!” My stepmother snickered. "Indeed." “I've never chosen anywhere else as home than here, stepmother! I've lost both parents for heaven's sake! Please, stepmother. I promise to be at my best…” My voice cracked, and I swallowed. “Please…” Ama shut her book close and stared at me with mirth for a moment, "Damn girl, I thought you were a smart little one. This place, this house,”

And time is certainly what we have in front of us, given that we are both immortal. But, I don’t know, my life seems more and more complicated and peculiar since she became a part of it. And this is from the mouth of a son of a devil who lives with the menacing and vindictive goddess of creation, who is coincidentally his stepmother—the stepmother who is plotting against me and had arranged for my mother's rape, torture and death. Just when I thought that nothing could surprise me anymore, at one moment, I was about to mark and mate with Meena in a steamy making-out session.

Emma laughed, "What's impossible? In the Seldom family, the fourth stepmother, the sixth stepmother, and even Omega Lanka weren't favored. They could peacefully live by not posing a threat to Luna Sandra or using various schemes. Why didn't the stepmothers ask where the first stepmother, the second stepmother, the third stepmother, and the eighth stepmother had gone? I don't mind telling you. The first stepmother was a maid on Luna Sandra's side. She committed numerous malicious deeds against her. But the fate of the first stepmother wasn't good. Luna Sandra mentioned that she was carrying a boy in her womb, so she didn't live for more than three years! Reflect on this, stepmother. You have

A beauty with brains, she slept through almost anything with a stick, got in fights as somehow she in this perfect body shape, eventually then she was isolated. I, on the other hand, simply didn't give a fuck about people sucking up to me. My stepmother, Sally is a decent Californian woman and childless so she poured her overflowing motherly affection on me. She made an effort to make me blend in, which I will always be grateful for.

"Mom... I mean, stepmother... you... you want me to do the dishes? Clean the house?" My stepmother's eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability seeping through her facade. "Yes, Bethany. I think it's time for a change. We all need to do our part to keep our home running smoothly. You can start by helping out with the chores." Bethany's disbelief was mirrored in my own expression. Our stepmother had never shown an ounce of interest in household responsibilities, leaving the burden on our shoulders. It felt like an alternate reality, a dream that bordered on surreal.

“There must be something wrong with you.” “It’s not as wonderful as it sounds,” Stephanie replied looking down. “On my twentieth birthday, after a long and painful illness, my mother died. A few months later, my father informed me that he decided to get married again. His second wife had been his mistress for years. She wanted to become a Collins at all costs. This woman had a son, from another man, someone she knew before she met my father. So, I’ve found myself living under the same roof with a stepmother and an older step-brother. Everything went pretty well, until one night when he... he entered my room and…”