My Stepmom Caught Me Novels & Stories

My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend. “Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.” “Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

He just cannot. It wasn’t even something that was supposed to happen in our world. Our wolfs are only supposed to come out when we change forms but never when we are still in our human form. Our wolves are never supposed to take over but mine had and I didn’t tell anyone. I couldn’t tell anyone. It’s unheard of. I shut my eyes close, trying to recollect my thoughts but instead, images of her laying unconscious kept flashing through my mind. My eyes shot open just as fast as they were close. I’m fucked.

He must have realised I wasn't worth the stress. Gathering my emotions, I headed to see what I could do to help. Once this ends, I will leave. I went to look for my mother, where she was in her lab, and I noticed she was checking something. "Mom?" I asked her, right around the time Celeste, my younger sister, walked in. She looked at me and was concerned before going to hug our mother. Claudia was my stepmom, and Celeste was her biological daughter, but no one would ever know.

I said before I bolted out of there without giving him a chance to speak When I got back, My stepmother and Stepsister, Unice were seated in the living room and I just knew they'd been waiting for me. “There she is mother” Unice pointed at me. She was almost five years younger than me but she had no respect whatsoever. “I sent you to the market and you went to see a man?!” Stepmother thundered. “I… what?” my head was spinning in all directions by then. “I saw you in the market with that man who was holding you. You're so shameless”

I told my step sister when she got home. Soraya arched her eyebrow at me. We were sitting on my bed. I was back in my pj bottoms, and I'd stopped my step sister from taking off her sweatshirt. I'd spent the whole day obsessing over what had happened. I didn't want my time with my step sister to end, but I'd seen how it could come to a finish and I didn't want that even more. "We almost got caught today," I said. "Dad got mad over some cookies," Soraya said, "That's not 'almost got caught.""

She had no idea that my stepbrother was devouring me just inches away. She didn't know I was on the verge of breaking. "I’m... I'm fine, Mom," I managed to choke out. Hunter snapped his head up. His gaze burned into mine. His hands slid to the silk edges of my thong. He dragged the fabric down with agonizing slowness. "Aren’t you going to speak?," he hissed. "Tell her everything. Tell her exactly what kind of 'relationship' we have." "Hunter, stop it..." I whispered. My heart hammered against my ribs.

I ran out the front door as fast as I could. I could hear my Mom behind me calling my name but I didn't want to hear it. I got in my car and sped off without looking back. How could my Mom do this to me? We have been so close since my father passed. That was my childhood home with all my memories of my father. She was just going to sell it like it was nothing.

'I even experienced it myself when I was a child. 'My mom passed away when I was three years old. 'When I was four, my dad married my stepmother. My stepmom wasn't bad to me before she got pregnant. We were far from close, but she never bullied me. However, when I turned four and a half, my stepmom got pregnant and became a different person. She was gentle and considerate in front of Dad, but as soon as he left, she would give me a hard time. 'Even the servants learned from her example and bullied me together. It wasn't until Dad caught the maids bullying me did that nightmarish period end.'

“You could’ve just stayed away. You should’ve.” “But I didn’t.” His eyes swept over me, full of something I didn’t want to name. “Because I can’t…” He sounded tortured and my heart picked up a beat. The air was thick. My skin buzzed. His jaw flexed. Then— “Brooks?” My mom’s voice. We jumped apart like teenagers caught red-handed. “Oh,” She stepped into view, eyes scanning the room. “Stephan, hi.” He turned to her with ease, recovering faster than I did.

I took a deep breath, suppressing my fear, not daring to look up at the people in the room. "Father…" my voice trembled. "I told you she was a troublemaker, hiding and eavesdropping like a mouse," My stepmother said with a smirk. "Who knows what she'll do when she grows up?" "You were eavesdropping on us?" my father growled. I smelled the familiar whiff of alcohol and began to tremble uncontrollably. I knew how horrible my father could be when he was drunk. I lowered my head, afraid to look him in the eye.