I M Only Stepmother Novels & Stories

she replied firmly, her hands still holding my trembling fingers. Who could possibly be the father of my pup that she couldn’t reveal? Was it my father? Or was it really Beta George, as my stepmother claimed? “You don’t get to speak to your King in that manner!” my stepmother snapped angrily, her face reddening. “You don’t speak to me in such a manner, child. I am not your mate!” the seer snapped. From the corner of my eyes, I saw my stepmother’s eyes fill with tears as she flinched in fear. “Clement, we need to talk.”

My stepmother exclaimed as she pulled my chin up. I rose on my feet and pushed her away. “Get your hands off me!” “Don't dare lay your filthy hands on my mother, so-called CEO! We shall see who the real CEO is today!” “Yes!” My stepmother admitted. “Meet Mr Stephen, your father's lawyer and he's here to read his Will,” she added.

I drawled and played with the tray of food in front of her. “Do not come close to me. Stepmother! Since when did you call me your stepmother? You’re full of pretense! Don’t come near me! Stay as far as you can.” She spat out in disgust. “I did nothing to you.” “Are you sure you did nothing to me?” I smirked, and she hissed loudly. “What did I do to you?!” “Hm. I can’t even count them, you know your crimes, stepmother.”

"Your son slapped my daughter! He even disrespect me!" Mr. Martinez eyes widened, "Is that true, Grayson?" Grayson smirked, "I'm just stating the fact she is not going to be my mother, even I'm dead." "Grayson! Respect your step-mother!" Mr. Martinez yelled. "Shut up! Don't use the "she's my step-mother" card on me because it's not gonna work. Remember where placed are you in right now, unless you desire on ending this game?" "Get out."

Damn The funny thing about my stepmother was that she was pretty young, at least too young for my father. She was a brunette with the perfect slim figure and assets, it made sense since Sarah wasn't her actual daughter…she was adopted by her. Which makes them not even blood related. Her blue eyes were alluring though I still kept away. “Where are you going, dressed like that?” My sentence forms before I even comprehend it.

Afterward, I remove the sheet covering my legs and get up completely. "MIMO!" I hear her yell again. "WAKE UP!" "I'm already awake!" I yell back at her while walking going to the bathroom. My name is Maria Isabela Monedero, known as Mimo, my nickname given by my late mother. My story life is like cinderella because her mother died and she got a stepmother and two lovely fucking stepsisters. Like me but the opposite, I have a sweet stepmother who has taken care of me since I was five years old. I'm lucky to have her, and I treat her as my real Mom. I also have two adopted older twin brothers named Jean and Jason. They are two years older than me, and despite being twins, they are super hot.

I sighed. "Honestly, I don't think it's Michael you have to be afraid of." She mumbled. "What could be more scary than a man bitter that a lady turned him down?" I snorted. "A woman whose husband brought his ex's child to their home, the lady of the house, your stepmother." She blurted and cringed. "I didn't mean to say it like that, but Beatrice is well..." "A b*tch. My stepmother is a b*tch and is probably going to make my life a living hell." I said bluntly.

A beauty with brains, she slept through almost anything with a stick, got in fights as somehow she in this perfect body shape, eventually then she was isolated. I, on the other hand, simply didn't give a fuck about people sucking up to me. My stepmother, Sally is a decent Californian woman and childless so she poured her overflowing motherly affection on me. She made an effort to make me blend in, which I will always be grateful for.

Kim replied. "She really was the one?" Ian asked in surprise, "But I don't get it. Of course, I've had my suspicions before, but I always end up taking her out of the list. I mean, if you say, Wendy, I wouldn't doubt it because she's just a sister, but a mother? How can a mother harm her own child?" Kim smiled, "How can she not? In the end, I am not really her child. She's just my stepmother."

"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."