Me And My Stepmom Novels & Stories

They both were walking and sitting in my room as if it was their own and I scoffed at their audacity. I stood, my arms were still crossed and I waited lazily for Romeo to explain. He looked and smiled a bit. It was the first time I saw him smiling, for real and it sent butterflies in my stomach. I looked away from him but his smile did give me hope that he might tell my mom about our mate bond. That my mom would be miserable after hearing that. That my mom would leave him. That we could be forever together. Not as the stepfather or stepdaughter but as the true mates. I was on cloud nine but his explanation dragged me down and I hit the ground so hard that it broke my all daydream.

"You and Temi have become quite mischievous lately haven't you? I'd report you to aunty Iyabo. Leave my room! "I scold them both. Threatening to report them to their late mother's big sister. The same one they live with. "Sorry daddy." They apologize and exit my room. I exhale as my mind runs back to Esther. I'm inlove with her! With my best friends sister!

I stepped bαck α little‚ my voice dropping. “There αre so mαny things keeping us αpαrt‚ Killiαn. Cαn’t you see thαt? It’s not just the cαmpαign. It’s everything. It’s your mom αnd my dαd. They’re mαrried. You’re my stepbrother. People won’t ever look pαst thαt.”

“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.

Since regaining consciousness, she had been suppressing her emotions, and now, she finally broke down. How would she face the future? How would she face Lennox, her mother, stepfather, and even Chris? Everything changed after that day. Claire didn't go home but stayed at school. Fortunately, her mother and stepfather were on their honeymoon, so her absence didn't attract much attention. However, a month and a half later, her parents returned from their honeymoon, and Claire inevitably had to go back home. The once familiar place now felt like a daunting challenge, and the thought of facing her family and Lennox left her feeling overwhelmed.

Mia’s POV “Oh, my god. Oh, my god—” I stammer, shaking, gasping for air. I scan from his creampie-soaked face to his arms that wrap firmly around my legs, trapping him to himself in a ‘you may be my stepmom but you're my little plaything.’ kinda way. I forgot to mention, Jeremy is a bald oldie I married for love, not for money… If you know what I mean. And the condition that comes with this his luxury love is having to be a stepmom to Max, his twenty-year old college boy…

Katy replied. I joined in, staring at Mom with my arms folded. "Who was it, Mom?" I asked with a serious face. "You guys are acting crazy. I only spoke to a client for a few minutes." Mom spoke. "So, you were talking to someone?" Katy asked. "Mom, we want to inform you that we are not interested in a stepdad. That is unless he can buy us a mansion and buy us each a car." Katy shot on another look before making her way out of the house. Her driver had arrived.

The police left them and I walked back to my seat and as I was about to sit and Alex said come here. He embraced me and kissed me. “ You did well” he said and kissed me. We sat down and my kids asked who was the people I went to . I turn back and I could see them staring at our table. I look up to them and our eyes met, they both quickly take their leave, I could see that they never expected what they saw. I turn to my kids and smile. “ They are my ........stepmom and stepsister” I said. “ Stepmom and stepsister? You have a stepsister? Daniel asked.

AIDEN I came to meet Clara in my office, seated in one of the waiting chairs. She flashed me a smile on seeing me, one which I did not bother returning. Clara here, is my mom, more specifically—my stepmom. She has been my mom since I was four, and it was very easy to forget the stepmother tag at this point.

my stepmother Moana chimed in, her voice a rich, melodic alto. “I know, Mom, but I've got a ton to do.” Moana. She was my stepmother. She used to be my nanny for a short time, but in a whirlwind romance, she and my dad got married and had my little sister. Moana was more of a real mother to me than my own biological mother could ever be. Hearing her voice on a night like tonight was a comfort, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I was a little annoyed at my parents’ overbearing tendencies. They meant well, but sometimes they forgot that I was an adult who was capable of taking care of myself.