I Married My Stepdad Novels & Stories

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.

This summer things were supposed to be different, but my dad announced his engagement and that bitch of a fiancée was acting like she never ruined my family. My hatred for my father started the moment I heard about his affair, but just the thought that Lexa was now my stepsister made it even harder. On the way to the villa, I just watched her talk to Walter and made up my mind. I was going to get my girl back. I'm going to make her mine as many fucking times as the world will let me. After all, I'm madly in love with her and I won't give up until she's completely mine.

I could watch her for the rest of my life. I shouldn't be watching her. I know that. But the truth? I can't stop. I'm obsessed, and every second I spend in her presence only deepens it. At first, when Dad had come up with the idea of marrying a new wife, I was pissed at him. Not after what he did to my mum - the same reason we both have a lot of friction between us. And sometimes, I wonder if my stepmother was truly enjoying or enduring her marriage to my father.

And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother' "That's because it wasn't required." Dad's voice rings out, slipping me out of my anxious thoughts. "Fucking hell!" "I got married to his mother three months ago. He has four other siblings." "Oh my God, I can't believe I have five step siblings." My words are followed by a long awkward pause as I stare down at the cup of coffee that I have my hands bind around. What was streaming hot earlier when it was served, had turned cold because I had refused to drink out of it.

Looking down at me like she had already won, she said, “So what if you end up marrying Callum? If you don’t have his heart, you’ll always be someone people can step all over.” She was not wrong. In my past life, I was a pitiful person whom people could step all over. Meanwhile, my dad arranged a wedding between her and his friend’s son, and she lived a life far better than mine. In this life, I was really curious to see how things worked out between her and Callum. I looked at her sincerely and said, “Then I truly hope you get what you want and marry Callum.” Her proud little smirk froze right on her face. For a second, she did not know how to respond.

MICHAELA "It's not my dick, asshole, my dick works fine. I know because I've been using it outside for quite a while now. It's her." I'm about to surprise Sean, my husband, with his favorite meal, chicken nuggets and pasta, thinking that maybe tonight would be different. Maybe tonight he would actually look at me. I step inside quietly. The house smells like his cologne, the one I bought him for our second anniversary. His voice floats down the hallway from the living room and he's laughing loud, the way he used to laugh with me before everything changed.

The way he looked at my lips, down to my partially exposed cleavage. I cringed as his gaze roamed over me, full of lust. In that moment, I knew I despised him. And the fact that he was now my stepfather only amplified my hatred. Calling him "dad" after my mother's constant insistence always felt strange. He was not my biological father, nor was he related to my mother. He was a stranger, a forbidden fruit, someone I shouldn't be attracted to or think of in such inappropriate ways. Stephane was dangerous, a man I should stay away from. Spending three months at home with him, now that he's married to my mother, screams danger. But for some reason, I can't seem to stay away.

Back on the wedding floor, guest were waiting, the priest has arrived then walked in the bride covered in her veil then walked in the older man she had seen on Tv her Stepmother and stepsister had this weird smile on their face . The older man walked in and stood in front of her, in front of the priest and front of the people, Mr Jason do you take Maya to be your lawful wedded Wife to love and to honour till death do you both part? Yes I do said the older man Miss Maya do you take take Jason here to be your lawful wedded husband to Love and honor till death do you both part? Tears dropped from Maya’s eyes but just as she was about to respond the voice came in WAIT. They all looked back only

She had been looking for her husband and had caught her father-in-law’s demand. Her heart clenched. She drew in a long breath and pretended she hadn’t heard anything. She went downstairs and sat on the living-room sofa as if nothing had happened. But at the mention of children, she remembered how at one time she had thought that having a baby might strengthen her marriage. Yet God hadn’t granted her that chance: she had never become pregnant. And although the problem wasn’t hers, she had carried it in silence. With the years, she had let go of that obsession. She understood her in-laws’ desire to be grandparents, but she never imagined they would go so far as to threaten her husband for not

I quickly had my bath and lazily climbed on my bed after drying up with a towel , I didn’t even bother to wear my nightie because of how exhausted I was; plus I didn’t think my so called pompous husband who couldn’t attend his own wedding would want anything to do with me tonight or any other day. As I lay on my king sized bed, my fathers word kept playing in my head “ meemee you have to do this for us, for me” I have a reputation and business to maintain, After everything I’ve done for you this is the least you could do to pay me back. Once the deal is complete , AJ promises to divorce you and you’ll be back before you know it “ Well I was left with no choice for starters, it’s not like my