I M Only Stepmother Novels & Stories

“You’re nothing but a spineless, despicable and shameless person. Is this it? What you wanted?“ I asked, disgust laid in my voice. She smiled pushed her hair backwards, standing straight, smiling cockily at me, her cheeks red with the imprint of my palms. “Yes, yes, yes. I’m all of that! I’m disgusting and a vile person. I know it all. It doesn’t take away the fact that Matthew is mine and not hers so why should I leave him for her? She stole him from me. I waited all my life for my mate and what did I get in return? What did I get? He was already mated to some sad excuse of a wolf. His father-“

She was the normal smiling, happy-go-lucky woman she had always presented to everyone. Anyone who saw her at that moment would think she was a loving, innocent woman leading her stepdaughter down the stairs. Midas and Edmond had always said they felt uncomfortable with her, but I had thought Midas was saying all that because they started on the wrong foot and Edmond was just showing solidarity with Midas. My stepmother had always been evil. She was only hiding in plain sight. When we got downstairs, I sighed when I saw no one in sight so we headed towards the door

I insisted, “Everything about you excites me, so please, let me in on the details of your life.” I waited patiently as she decided on what to do. As much as I wanted to know her, I didn’t want to force it upon her when she didn’t feel ready. After a while, she unwrapped herself from me and sat up, leaning against a pillow. “As you already know, I’m the only child of alpha Morgan, the alpha of the Normadic Wolves.” She started, her eyes taking on a faint light. “The woman you saw me challenging today is my stepmother. My father got married to her after my mother died while giving birth to me…”

It came out flat, devoid of the spark I sometimes managed, the spark that felt utterly extinguished now. He made a low sound in his throat, almost a growl, but not quite. Not the protective rumble of last night. This was frustration. Annoyance. Directed at me. "Try not to look like you’re being marched to your execution. Camilia notices things." *Camilia notices.* My stepmother. Ashton’s mother. Kind eyes that sometimes held a flicker of pity when she looked at me across the dinner table. Pity I didn’t want. Pity that felt like another brand. Would she notice the tear tracks I hadn’t fully wiped away? The redness around my eyes? The way my shoulders slumped under the invisible weight of the

Sarah took Jane’s hand and then she smiled at her, a smile that only a mother could give, a smile filled with love. “Is something wrong, Mom?” “I’m just checking up on you. You’ve been so quiet since we moved in. I know it’s a big change and that things are different here. I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I just want you to be happy.” Sarah stroked Jane’s hair and she closed her eyes for a moment. “I’m just glad you’re happy, Mom.” “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.”

I feel my legs shake as I drag my feet forward, moving around the couch, which is probably not a brilliant choice considering how fearful she looks right now– I should stay away, not draw closer. "Mom…" I start, trying to put words together, but how do I explain to her? What do I even say? Oh, I’m sorry you had to see that. I just happened to have been fucking around with my best friend, who also happens to be your stepson. No qualms, though.

" Leaving the house, I let the cool evening air wash over me. My feet carried me aimlessly, my mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Before I realized it, I found myself standing outside the old house at the Midnight pack. My mind could not help but wander to those beautiful days I spent here with my parents, now step parents. I learnt so many things here ànd experienced the best childhood here. It's such a shame that the people who lived here were no longer the same. They changed, I changed, everything changed. The door creaked open, revealing my stepmother. Her eyes narrowed upon seeing me. "Mia," she spat, venom dripping from her tone. "What are you doing here?" "I... I … " I stammered,no

Watching through the crack in the doorway, all I felt was cold indifference. A few days later, Lukas tried approaching me in the hallway to talk. I was sunbathing in the yard when he stopped in front of me. "Cecilia." I didn't look up. "I've thought about it for a long time. You're still the one I love most." Only then did I lift my gaze. "Lukas, I'm your mother now. You're crossing the line," I said calmly. He suddenly crouched down so we were at eye level.

I just stared at her, my face calm and stoic. "My son is practically begging you to come back and because of that you feel like you're something?” She threw her head back and chuckled darkly. “You should feel lucky, you know," she continued, her voice dripping with venom. "That my son even chose you to carry his heir. You were nothing. A nobody with no family, no money, no class. And now you think you're somebody because you've accomplished a little thing?" "Please,” she scoffed. “This empire you're built?” She gestured to the building – “It's fake. Just a foolish little girl's dream. You would never have reached this far without Marcus's name attached to you, and we all know it!"

Karashi said, and I lifted my gaze to glare at her. "She could die for all I care," I said under my breath, relaxing in my office chair, "Maybe the Moon Goodness is punishing him for fucking and accepting to be mated to his own stepsister." I stared at the ceiling for a second, then scoffed under my breath. "Tell me, how do you fuck your stepsister to the point of accepting her as your fated mate?" I said nonchalantly. Kester irks me. Everything about him was too wrong.