I'm Only A Stepmother Novel Novels & Stories

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

That feeling will go away once Mom moves in with my sister. "Hey." I slap the arm of the couch he’s on and that seems enough to bring him back to the present. His eyes find mine and he gives me a small smile that looks almost forced. "Hey. Did she answer?" "Yeah. Um– don’t think she wants to talk to me." I bite the inside of my left cheek as I settle on the second couch, and he nods. "That’s expected. Give her time. It’s not every day your stepfather divorces your mom and you’re moving out the next second. I’m sure she’s pretty shaken."

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

And by the way… you can call me mom from now on, my dear. ''Really?'' I focused my cold gaze to her with a raised brow, the corner of my mouth curved into a smirk. ‘‘Are you sure, mommy?’’ ‘‘Of course, sweetheart!’’ she said, hurrying forward and grabbed my hand. ‘‘We are family, Celestine... Although I’m your stepmother, I can treat you like my own daughter just like how I am treating your sister…’’ What's her drama this time? I couldn't help but chuckle as I wrenched my hand away from her grip. ‘‘I apologize, but I don’t need another mother. I only have one mother and her name is Sandra…’’

“Your happiness matters too. Is everything okay? Are you getting along with your new stepbrother? I saw the glares between your friend and Reid yesterday.” Sebastian and Reid? Jane looked at her mother, not wanting to worry her and put on her best smile. “Everything’s fine Mom, I promise.” “It seemed to me that Reid didn’t like the boy.” Jane bit her bottom lip for a few seconds, thinking quickly. “Maybe they’re taking this whole brother sister thing a bit too seriously.” Sarah smiled then and chuckled. “They’ve never had a sister before and especially not one as special and beautiful as you.” Her mother tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and Jane almost believed her.

The eyes were piercing enough to ask the question that my lips had not yet asked. She seemed to catch on to it really quickly, one thing that I have come to realize was that my stepmother was not an idiot. In fact, she was really far from it however she was also very conniving and cunning. I don't know how but somehow I had managed to forget about it for some time, maybe because I was dealing with so many things and juggling so many other things that she didn't come to mind like that. “Well, I have to keep myself together, you can't expect me to just fall apart into a million pieces when I've been doing my best to stay in one piece…”

We usually didn't eat on their table, we had ours in the mini kitchen. I settled in, pulling the chair close. For a while silence hung over our heads. No one talked. Just sat there unable to look into each other's eyes. But I must admit. Cassia is too beautiful. Most she-wolves her age are arrogant to their subjects but she rules just fine. I have been opportuned to take a walk down into the residencial area of the pack members and everyone seemed to sing her praises. “Mommy says you are my step-mom.” Cassia paused scrolling on her phone and looked up, surprise etched on her face.

How much more pathetic could she ever get? A/N// This book had been running around my head for a while now, but I never wanted to write it since the romance between a stepmother and a stepson seemed so forbidden. And it all sounded so damn hard… But I’m giving it a shot…I hope you guys will like it… If you don’t like this trope, I’d suggest you move on because it’ll only get worst from here on…Don’t stay and then blame me for writing something you aren’t comfortable with!

“It’s the bond, Mother! He is my mate! I didn't want this to happen, I didn't try to take him from you!” “Don't you dare blame the moon for your own disgusting choices!” she roared, her fingers digging painfully into my shoulders as she shook me. “A real daughter of mine would have fought it! A real wolf would have had the strength and pride to walk away from her own stepfather! But you? You opened your legs for him the very first chance you got! You chose to be a home-wrecker! You chose to steal my husband away from me!”

Pathetic. “Who were you with earlier?” my mother asks, walking up to stand beside me. “No one important,” I say. “You should be finding your mate. If Steph dies, we’re doomed. I can’t stand the thought of Stephanie having complete control of our finances.” “Relax, mother. I told you I would take care of it, and I am. Just let me handle it. As long as you’re doing your part, we’re good.” “It’s not as easy as it used to be, Elena. Steph comes to bed tired at night. He’s not interested in sex.”