I'm Only A Stepmother Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even though I tried avoiding her as much as I could, I guess I couldn't avoid her for too long. “This is Liana, my stepsister.”I opened my eyes wider than normal the moment I heard what you said with a funny expression on my face because I wasn't expecting him to refer to me as his step sister—we are not even siblings yet. “Your dad… again?” “Again? Does it mean…?” I was surprised to find out that my mom might not be the first woman to have lived with him as his stepmother before, meaning there were others before her, which makes me even more worried that we might be leaving here soon.

“You have disowned me and kicked me out of the pack, so why are you even here?” I didn’t know why, but as the question leaves me, I feel a small sense of hope. Would my father acknowledge that he truly cared? Honestly, why did I even care after everything I endured because of him? It was much too late for him to make up for it. “You heard her,” my stepmother huffs. “She’s ungrateful and thinks she is too good for us now that she has a rich and powerful husband. But just you wait,” she continues, fixing her narrowed gaze on me. “Just because you’re married to him doesn’t mean that he will be with you forever. The new moon is coming, and one of these days he will find his mate.” I can see the

He’d put too much effort into her to watch that happen. That was a few weeks back. Now, he watched his soon-to-be stepdaughter with interest. A fierce desire to know where she was, what she was doing, who she was with—that sort of nonsense. It didn’t bother him one bit, this newfound interest; she was his, after all. His to watch over. Wasn’t that the whole point of a stepfather? With extra benefits, of course. And when this was all done with—when he had the human society and the rest of the Vampire Clans under his control—his little girl would remain by his side.

"Answer me." This time, it isn’t a question. It’s a command. His fingers tighten on my chin, his irises shifting from yellow to amber. I shiver. "My stepfather and my mother's sister—who is now my stepmother because they are now married to each other. There. Happy?" "Your stepfather and aunt are now married?"

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"

I felt a wave of nausea rise in my stomach, a bitter mixture of disgust and helplessness, knowing that they were playing with our lives and emotions as if it were nothing more than a sinister game, a reckless manipulation for their own entertainment and benefit. "No," my stepmother gasps, her voice trembling as she quickly glances over at us, fear clouding the depths of her eyes and making them shimmer with tears. "Not my kids! Please, not them!" Her hands clutch her chest as if trying to hold herself together, her breath trembling with panic. Meanwhile, the soul keepers, invisible to her, sense her overwhelming emotions—disbelief mingled with regret—and find a twisted pleasure in her breakd

“Crooked nose?” “You did not see it?” she asked. “It bends to the left like it is tired of standing straight.” Despite how tired I was, I let out a small breath that could have been a laugh. Then I took the cup of water from her tray. “My stepmother is here,” I said quietly. Paula froze. “Here?” “Yes.” She lowered her voice immediately. “With your stepsister too?” “Yes.” She pressed her lips together. “They went to the Queen Mother first,” I added.

"Lucas." He looked up. "I'm sorry," Clara said honestly. The boy froze. "For what?" Clara laughed softly. "For a lot of things." For things she couldn’t even bring herself to say. Like a coward. Silence filled the room again. "I wasn't a good stepmother," Ckara admitted. Lucas remained quiet. He didn’t try to interrupt her. "I wasn't fair." Clara swallowed. "I wasn't kind." Her eyes softened. "But I'm trying."

FLASHBACK… “Good morning, mother.” I said in a low voice. “Don't call me your mother again, I'm not your mother, your useless mother has died.” my stepmother said. “I hope you've seen the clothes I brought out. And I don't want your father to know about this, once he finds out, consider yourself dead.” She said, snatching her teeth together. “Okay Ma,” I said, my hands shaking. “Ma, I haven't eaten. How will I have the strength to wash the clothes?” I asked.

I moved forward, almost without conscious thought, drawn by an unseen force. My eyes locked onto a figure standing near the edge of the crowd. He was talking to Elder Rowan, his back to me. There was something about the way he stood, the way he held his head. But it absolutely couldn't be. My breath got caught up in my throat when he finally turned, his face towards me now and our gaze locked for a few seconds. Cassian, My Stepfather. The scent hit me hard. Perhaps I'm the one mistaken, there's no way I'm mated to my stepfather, right...?