I M Only Stepmother Novels & Stories

My stepmother is now showing her true colors, they have started to take everything that belongs to me away, just like her daughter, they want to take everything away from me but I swear I’m not going to let that happen, I won't allow them to succeed with their plans, I can't delay anymore, I need Charles to start with whatever plan he has, as long as it has to do with destroying Emma, I will gladly do it, and my stepmother should wait for me cause I will kill her even before she becomes the CEO, I can't keep quiet and let them treat me like trash anymore

“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.”

She then smiled shyly and left. Her gesture caught me off guard, filling me with a surge of excitement. It was a clear sign—she cared for me just as deeply as I cared for her. Perhaps dating her was the best decision; it would bring me closer to my children. For the first time in what felt like forever, the prospect of peace and happiness seemed within reach. ******* "How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son!" Stephanie, my stepmother, roared immediately as I stepped into the mansion. The mansion is just a five-minute drive from mine; it's a larger and grander version of mine.

"Start talking." My stepmother twisted her fingers together over the table. "I know you don't care about my regrets," she began, her voice cracking. "But I need to say it. I made your life an absolute hell in that house. I deliberately isolated you from your father because... because I was terrified. I wanted him to see my daughter as just as special as you were, even though we were the second family. I was so incredibly jealous of the love your birth mother had from him. I projected all of that hatred onto you. But I see now how monstrous I was being."

I hate it how my mother’s name rolled so sexily out of his tongue, that tongue was dipped into my pussy just now. “So Danny, I would like you to escort my beloved, new daughter, who came here to kill me, to the dungeon and hold her there until my further orders.” I gasped. I was speechless at the audacity of this man. Firstly, he fucked me and then he dumped me, then he claimed to be my stepfather but not my mate, and now this motherfucker was putting me into jail! That was absurd. “Yes, Alpha.” Danny, the omega, grabbed my arm and he started dragging me out.

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

“Brandon, this isn’t a negotiation. If you want the company—” “I will have the company,” I said, my voice low and steely. “But I won’t parade around with a mannequin just to entertain your fantasies.” “You think I’m doing this for fun?” “No. I think you’re doing this because you’re afraid I’ll succeed without you, and you want a puppet who can watch my every move 24/7 and report back to you." Silence. Heavy. Tense. My stepmother stepped forward, her voice syrupy sweet. “Darling, this hostility won’t help your cause. We only want what’s best for you.”

So I'm like an expert when it comes to this. "Stepmother your face! I will never accept you in my life. My mother... Is my only mommy. Don't add anything, you're disgusting!” She hates me. Why am I hurt? I know it's just a drama, it's just our art. I was taken that I did not expect. "Did I say I will replace your mommy? Stepmother! I will be your daddy's second wife!" I am proud of her. So she stared at me with her fists clenched ready to punch me.

“It’s been six years since your wife died. Your son needed a mother.” Callum scoffed. Right, that was the type of mindset that his father died. Just like what he did when his mother died when he was six years old, he wanted another woman to join the family just to expand his connections. “I don’t think my son would need a mother. Especially if his stepmother would be a woman like the one you brought home when I was young.” He might sound bitter but he did not care. He would not let Caleb experience the things that he experienced when his father married another woman and bore another son.

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…”