My Stepmom Caught Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

She bristles at the dismissal before swallowing thickly, her eyes glued to the blades just a hairbreadth away from my fingers. “Well, we need to start planning an engagement party, and I won’t take no for an answer,” my stepmom huffs, crossing her arms like a petulant child. I almost choke on the laughter that bubbles up in my throat. The entire scene is absolutely ridiculous. This woman, who apparently now wants me to view her in a step-mother role after so many years, is acting more like a child than even her eight-year-old daughter. “Listen,your position here is holding on by a thread. The only thing holding me back from kicking you to the curb is my father’s last wishes … and maybe Ria.”

I was just trying to chase a fly that wasn’t going away. “I will go and think about it but I am coming back,” He mumbled like he just heard a rather crazy discovery but I didn’t care about what he meant because I was going to crush him till he couldn’t get up. I watched his car leave the compound and I walked into the room to meet my steps and my stepmother looked at me weirdly but I didn’t see my father in sight so I knew they were done pretending. “What was that for? Are you trying to act cute to your mate so that he can desire you more?” I heard my stepmother ask me and I scoffed seeing how she sees it.

“About having you, right this moment, against that fucking fridge.” Oh my goodness. I looked down at his crotch involuntarily and saw that it had hardened. Oh god, no. “This isn’t happening,” I said, walking around the cabinet in the middle to avoid him. “This is never happening, Alex. I’m your stepmom!” “My stepmom has touched my dick before. No big deal. You can touch it again if you want.” He had a mischievous look in his eyes. His eyes had gone darker, smoldering. I knew if I stayed here another minute…

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

It felt like a storm was brewing, one I couldn’t escape. “Be safe.” I heard his voice and before I can turn around he has seems to disappear into the dark shadow. I glup on my salvia as I knocked on the gate. ***** Next Day.. I was busy attending to my customers in the market. When I felt a hard slap on my cheeks. I looked up to see stepmom standing beside staring angrily at me. The next day... I was busy attending to my customers in the market when I suddenly felt a hard slap across my cheek. Startled, I looked up to see my stepmom standing there, her face twisted in anger.

I didn't know these people. "Heh, we were just asked to give you a little haircut," one of them sneered. "Your mom said your hair is too long." That "mom" had to be my stepmother. I couldn't believe it—this woman had lost her mind enough to send people to cut my hair off. Someone grabbed my arm, pulling me roughly. I tried to struggle, but couldn't break free from the grip of an adult man. I started screaming, only to be slapped hard across the face.

Something was very wrong, and I could feel it in my bones. She sank into the nearest chair as if her legs could no longer support her weight, and when she looked up at us, I could see unshed tears glistening in her eyes. "My stepmom," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, so quiet we all had to lean in to hear her. "My stepmom... she was caught in a robbery at a convenience store. She was shot." Her voice broke on the last word, and I felt my heart shatter for her. "They've taken her to the hospital, but the doctors don't know if she's going to make it."

We rounded off our activities at the dining table and I walked to my room to check some emails on my system when someone knocked on my door, I was reluctant to open it at first but I opened it anyway. "Hey, how are you?" my stepmom asked I was surprised to see her, it wasn't long we had our breakfast so I expected her to be with my father. "I'm good, you may come in" I suggested and gestured with my hand she walked in and sat on my bed, I felt so uncomfortable but managed to smile and breathe normally to avoid her getting suspicious

Stella remarked as she stared lustfully at my stepbrother. I stood where I was still trying to wrap the situation in my head but it didn't seem to make sense, not at all. "Aren't you going to move?" The harsh tone of my stepmother's voice snapped me out of reality, startling me. "I'm... I'm..." I trailed off as my eyes came in contact with his again. They were cold. He looked at me as if I was nothing or more like locking gaze with him made me feel like I was nothing in front of him.

Soon I found myself in front of my stepmom and sister, who were busy having a good time. "What do you want?" My stepmom, Lucinda, asked scornfully, the moment her eyes met me. She had this scary look on her face, that made me quiver each time she looked at me. "Mom.." I began in a low voice, "She's not your mother" Lucy, my lazy step-sister snapped at me, giving me the same look her mother used at me. "Mo.. ma'am.." I stammered, fidgeting in fear, where do I begin?