I M Only Stepmother Novels & Stories

“But I’m glad I’m here. I think it’s time for us to talk.” “Ummmm. One second. I ummm have to… One second.” When she tried to shut the door, I slammed my hand against the door, keeping her from shutting it as I stepped inside. A whimper came from my right, but I didn't look. I couldn't. I knew exactly what I would see, and I couldn't face her. I wasn't ready to face my past in that way. With my eyes glued icily to my mother's, I took a step closer to her, taking great joy in the way she immediately moved back away from me.

He seemed to like that because he groaned. “You taste amazing.” He smiled as he kissed me harder. I arched my back when his fingers reached my panties and pulled them to the side. “You're already wet for me, aren't you?” he mumbled against my lips. “So guys, I am ready.” Mom's voice echoed through the house. She's coming. I snapped from my daze and pushed Ivan away then I jumped off the counter and rushed to the sink, pretending to wash my hands. “There's my favourite people,” mom smiled as she twirled in her green flare gown. “How do I look?”

Not standing beside Kelan pretending to be his perfect Luna, but plotting with Valor to take everything for ourselves. "I'm sure he'll her number tonight," I mentioned casually. "Finally stopped calling her every five minutes." "About time," Valor muttered. "His obsession with that girl was getting pathetic." "She's my step-sister you know," I revealed quietly. Valor's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Step-sister? You never mentioned that before." I set the glass down and walked to the window, looking out at the pack grounds below. "Her father was with my mother once," I explained. "Before he met Melissa's mother. My mother got pregnant but he denied it and moved on. Built a whole life with Melis

“Sweetheart, please forgive me. I strayed long ago, and I know how painful it is for you to face the consequences of my past, but I cannot abandon my son.” Mounia cooed sweetly, stepping closer. “Clayton, the past is the past. It was before my time. Igor is a lovely boy, and I am happy to be his stepmother.” Her expression suddenly sharpened into a playful, deadly smirk. “But if you ever cheat on me, I will cut your balls off.” Clayton swallowed hard, knowing she wasn’t joking. “Thank you for understanding, my love,” he squeezed out from a tight throat.

"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.

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!

The other. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, legs shaking. You gonna cum for me? “Almost. Almost!” Then she adds another finger. “FUCK!” I scream, gripping her head with both hands. I can’t tell if the wetness on her face is water or me. That’s when we both get a mindlink—from my mother. You two better get out of that damn shower! Ninety minutes until the ceremony and I still have to do your makeup and hair!

And all I could see was a drama queen. "How dare you speak to me like that?" she hissed. "I am your stepmother, and you will not speak to me like that. "I am your stepmother, and you will show me respect.” "I will show you respect when you show me the same," I said. "Until then, I will do as I please." I gravely said and met her gaze unafraid. Her honey colored eyes widened considerably as she quickly dropped her hands from her waist as though I had burst her. Thought we have each other to tear to pieces.

A magnificent mansion, elegantly adorned bedrooms, and a graceful Claire Davis gazing at her refined reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. Her features were delicate, and her eyes were as dark as black grapes, brimming with vitality. Claire silently observed her own reflection for a while before standing up. Dressed in a light blue sweetheart neckline gown, she descended the staircase slowly. Today was her mother's wedding, and she was the bridesmaid. As she turned the corner of the staircase platform, pacing back and forth, Claire collided with the groomsman—her new stepbrother and her stepfather's eldest son, Lysander.

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.