Novel & Cerita Lesbian Stepmom Punishment

She doesn’t deserve a swift death. ‘What happened?’ Alpha Manuel asked. And so I proceeded to tell them what Renata told me. Skipping the part about how her body had been littered with scars. Her stepmother had committed a serious crime. Pup abuse is not allowed in the werewolf world or any other abuse for that matter. I was going to punish her according to the ancient rules. Burning her alive. ‘Is there something you want to tell me about your mate?’ Alpha Manuel asked and I furrowed my brows.

He had planned to sign it on the fateful day, but he died suddenly. Although she lived with her father and stepmother, her father had never hated her. But now that he was gone, Mary, her stepmother, had become a venomous snake, a pest determined to frustrate and torment Leah for the rest of her life. Mary questioned the equal sharing of the properties and, from that day onwards, never referred to Leah as her daughter but as an illegitimate child. “I had informed you that I had other business to attend to. Sign the papers, maam,” Liam instructed.

"My mom passed away when I was 5 years old. From then on, my dad no longer loved me. Plus, he decided to remarry when I was 10." "Don't you have the courage to complain to your Daddy?" This woman shook her head. Her face was gloomy as she remembered her sad past. "My stepmom will hit me again if I dare to complain about her crimes to my Daddy, and even worse, my Daddy will beat me because my stepmom will take the opportunity to accuse me of deliberately slandering her." "I'm grateful to have a stepmother at my age who can no longer be underestimated. I will fight back if that happens," Irina said.

"She's packing her bag and she's never coming back. I won't keep her from her mama, but I'll keep her from a piece of shit like you." "Fuck you, Cain! You just want her for yourself!" my stepfather retorts. "Yeah I do. But I'm lucky enough that she wants me, too." My stepfather pushes off the wall and stands up. "Fine, take her. She's nothing but a horny little slut anyway." I gasp as Cain hauls back and busts him in the mouth. Blood rushes out of his nose as he staggers back. "You ever talk about her like that again and I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever say. People come on the crab boat every season and don't make it back home. Try me."

"How dare you talk about our past?! When your father's company owed money, I was the one who paid his debts. After your brother killed someone in a drunk driving accident, I used my connections to suppress media exposure and public opinion. But what did you do? You killed my only daughter!" My father got even madder and grabbed a knife that was still on the wedding cake. He stabbed it deep into Brenda and twisted the knife. A piece of Brenda's flesh was cut off, and she blacked out right away. That was when a group of badly hurt men was herded into the hall. All of their hands were tied up, and they were naked below the waist. It was that group of migrant workers. "Hurry up and do as you wer

“Darling, are you crazy?!” “No… I am not, just hear me first, seriously!” I pleaded for him to hear me first. “She got probation after killing her stepfather, who was trying to r*pe her.” He is finally interested in hearing more of Poppy's story. “Her stepfather married her mother not long after we were separated at high school. She was happy for her mother, of course, but not long after, he begin to harass her…”

It was that or scream, and I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of watching me lose it. "You have no say in that. None. I am Lior's mother. Mason is his father. Only we get to make that decision. Read my lips. My son does not come here again until I say otherwise." I turned on Naomi next. "You should be ashamed of yourself. Look at how far you've fallen, how desperate you've gotten, to stoop to using a five-year-old. You will never, ever be his stepmother. I will make sure of that. Mason is never going to marry you. I would have to die first."

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

I shook my head and said, “I don’t know. She packed up and left.” He was about to walk away but suddenly stopped. He pointed at his own face and asked, “What happened to your face?” Then, I remembered what Scarlett had said about me. She called me a stray dog that no one wanted and said I should be the one leaving. So, I told my dad, “Stepmom did this. She called me a bastard, a stray dog that no one wants, and told me to leave the house.” Yes, I held grudges. Even the smallest unfairness made me angry, and I blew it out of proportion.

The judge banged the gavel. Edie went limp in the defendant’s seat. She did not cry or yell. She fell weakly to the ground. I stared at her limp figure, but felt no delight. I only felt a burden lift off me. Leo placed his hand on my shoulder and patted it without speaking. Edie’s cousin was sentenced to 15 years in prison in another trial. The Stepmother’s Alliance group was closed for investigation, and the group admin, along with active members suspected of coercing the abuse of minors, were handed over to the police.