My Step Father นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She spoke. “He’s not my sugar daddy,” I snapped. “He’s my stepfather now. Technically. My mom is going to get married to his dad so soon or something el...” I stopped and swallowed. “Anyway. Yeah. He’s controlling every second of my life.” I murmured.

“He was there when you were born.” The room tilted. “That’s not possible,” I said. “You said my father died before—” “I didn’t lie,” she whispered. “I just didn’t know the truth.” My ears rang. She grabbed my hands, gripping them tightly. “Ariana… Victor isn’t just your stepfather.” I stopped breathing. “He’s your biological father.” The words didn’t make sense. They couldn’t. “No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “No. That’s not—he wouldn’t—”

"Busy doing what? Why haven't I seen you around? Mom mentioned something about a wedding, but I didn't think it was this." My stomach dropped. Mom had told him? They were still in touch? I had assumed they were out of my life now that Rufus was in the picture. "We... we're all good. It's just been a lot." "Just a lot?" Jake pressed. "You look like you're in love. Or terrified. Which one is it?" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain to him that I was in love with my stepfather? How could I explain that I was addicted to the way he looked at me? The way he controlled me?

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

she asked. I ran my hand through my hair as more thoughts crossed through my mind. “Maya, you are not part of your grandfather's will; your father says you are a bastard and your mom was a whore he spent just 1 night with." That was my father’s lawyer, a message from prison. Dad now calls himself my stepdad. All my life, it's been one sad tale or another; someone is always walking out the door, and no one looks back to know how I feel.

I can't let my desire put down my guards even if it pains us horribly. Willie rushes to us as soon as we walk in the open space. "I owe you a lot Sir.You married my poor daughter and give her the status of your wife.Please don't hesitate to inform me if she ever misbehaves."He is practically wagging his tail in front of his master while glaring disgustingly at me. I lower my head to hide my tears from the others. My step father is one of the meanest person I've ever known.He drinks and sometimes consumes drugs but he is in dept means adversities waiting for my Mom and I.He would loose his mind if Trevor fires him and it means a nightmare for my mother.

I’m not like every other person you can fool with your sweet talks. As a matter of fact, this doesn’t look like my father’s office or does it? I don’t remember inviting you here.’ He snapped. ‘Well, my dear you don’t have to get all worked up. I don’t bite, you know? I only want to be a friend. I mean what’s wrong in being friends with my step-son?’ ‘You are actually dreaming, in fact, you are fantasizing. I can’t imagine my father marrying you; perhaps he has told you so?

I immediately looked away, my cheeks burning up. "Cut the bullshit. I doubt you haven't seen a dick in your life." He spat out. My gaze immediately snapped to his and I felt the same temper rising again. "You don't know anything about me. For your information, you're my stepfather, just reminding you in case you lost some of your brain cells on the way here. You shouldn't talk to me like this. Don't be a creepy pervert!" I was panting by the end of my tirade.

My step-dad She gets up with her husband, but no? It's incredible . My mother refuses to send me to school on the pretext that she has no more money. But it's amazing I remained there quite silent, I go to my father's studio to at least think of him. Mom and her husband come join me again. But it's not worth it Me: what do you want from me? Mom: Louis needs space for his gear Me: what have I got with this?

I may have Collette for that, but I wanted to share a family with her. My mother met my stepfather when I was just the mere age of five after my father had left her for good for another woman. I did not understand what was going on, but I did not care because my step-father was more of a father to me than my actual father ever was. I wanted to be like him when I got older. He was the perfect role model and he loved me like I was his biological son. He was a doctor and so he was able to take care of all of us. That is, until one unfortunate day when he passed away from an overdose. It was something that none of us was expecting as he had been receiving psychiatric treatment for depression and