I M Only Stepmother Novels & Stories

"Rhea, maybe you should set a better example, too." Rhea suddenly stood up. Her tone was calm, but a faint tremble was audible in her voice. "Carter, why do you treat me like a stepmother but expect me to act like a birth mother?" "Stepmother?" Arielle grew agitated. "Mom, who's the stepmother?" Rhea kept her eyes fixed on Carter. She didn't scream or raise her voice. She simply sounded confused. "Have I not done enough for you and the kids all these years?"

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

Just grab my bag from the foyer table, just get out— “You’re not going anywhere, you little slut.” The voice came from the living room doorway, sharp and venomous, freezing me in place. I turned slowly, dread coiling in my gut. My stepmother—Victoria—stood there, arms crossed over her designer blouse, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her elbow. She was a vision of polished cruelty: blonde hair in a sleek chignon, makeup flawless even at whatever ungodly hour this was, lips painted a blood-red that matched the rage in her eyes. She’d married my father five years after my mother’s death, when I was ten, and from day one she’d treated me like an inconvenient stain on her perfect li

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.

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.

A woman should never be Don. I saw my stepmother come down the stairs, tomas firmly in her grip, “I wish you would stay away from my family, but alas here we are once again Ariana” my stepmother said as she walked towards me. I looked down at tomas, he looked sickly, and he averted my gaze, “hi tomas” I smiled but he wouldn't look at me, my stepmother laughed. “He knows what you did, you stupid whore” she mentioned and my heart started to beat anxiously.

"Not until..." From that moment, Raine was certain that the truth is slowly coming out from Jason without him noticing it. "I hope you can find your Mom soon," Lani sighed. "I know the feeling of not having a Mom." "Me either," Raine whispered to herself. "Wait a second," Simon grinned, "I thought I'm not the only one who doesn't have a mother that's still with me. I mean I got my mother but not biologically." "Oh," the others replied, "yeah."

she shouted. "Point of correction, you are Penelope Brown, my father's wife. Have you ever loved my father?" I asked but all I got was silence. " I have always known that you got married to him because of his money. I know people like you, that's why you've always been imposing Chloe on me. You are nothing but my stepmother, you can never replace my mother. I have tried all these years to give you the respect as my father's wife, but here you are calling yourself my mom? Look at you, are you fit to be my mom? You ain't my mom, but a stepmom. I'm just making things clear to you. You would always remain my stepmother, that's who you are. If you say one more bad word against Emily, I wouldn't

“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…”

My stepmother had a mocking tone while I was having a hard time processing everything. I am not my father's daughter. Did my dream manifest into reality? I didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be true. "You are lying," I muttered nervously to Lou. My stepmom laughed so hard before glaring at me, "My bad, your image of me is not that great after all. Unfortunately, I am not lying about you being a fake Iverson so don't accuse me of that, okay? You can ask the nurse if you like. Anyway, the reason that I am here is to tell you not to appear before your father again. He does not want to see you. You are his stain. Can you imagine his pain just by seeing you, the child he took care of, and a l