My Stepmom Caught Me Novels & Stories

When she closes it behind us, I shift on my feet. “You’re freaking me out.” If I’m getting arrested, at least I’ll have a warm place to sleep tonight, but I’d rather not have to stay in jail. “Here’s the thing,” she says as she leans against the table behind her. The room is bare, and in the back of my mind I wonder if this is where they do interrogations. “Your stepmother reported you missing.” “Yeah, I know,” I say, still confused. “Then she came back the next day and said you stole a few items from her.”

I can feel him like five steps from me. I have no choice but stand up in all sudden and run. “Oh sh*t!” My stepmom bursts and she grabbed some of my hair. I escaped but a strong hand pulled my weak arms. My tears streamed right away like some sudden rain. “You think you can go away that easy?” dad whispered taking my hand and tying them. He also tied my feet and I can’t fight anymore. I’m just crying silently looking at these merciless people smirking in front of me. I feel like a prey being caught by some predators and is waiting for my death.

That night, I was trying to sleep, but then I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop thinking about her after the party. I didn’t care about everything as much as I wanted to go to her room, and see those eyes, they wouldn’t deny, they would never lie. I knocked on her door…When she didn’t open, I instantly felt that something was off. I spent the next day searching the areas near us, but nothing… That was when I got a call from my step mom. I thought it was very considerate of her to do all of that without even making me feel that everyone’s life was in danger that night.

"You must've snuck on upstairs once you got home from hanging out with your sister." "St- umm... yes, yeah. I was just tired and..." Matt caught himself before he corrected stepmom number two that Stephanie was his stepsister. A certain detail that had become more important to him in the last twenty-four hours. "H-how's things going here? Must be nice having my dad home for a weekend for a change?"

" Leaving the house, I let the cool evening air wash over me. My feet carried me aimlessly, my mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Before I realized it, I found myself standing outside the old house at the Midnight pack. My mind could not help but wander to those beautiful days I spent here with my parents, now step parents. I learnt so many things here ànd experienced the best childhood here. It's such a shame that the people who lived here were no longer the same. They changed, I changed, everything changed. The door creaked open, revealing my stepmother. Her eyes narrowed upon seeing me. "Mia," she spat, venom dripping from her tone. "What are you doing here?" "I... I … " I stammered,no

The dining room doors flung open and a voice echoed across the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said. A voice I recognized. "Some idiot jumped in front of my car." My heart froze immediately. I slowly turned my head and boom! It was him. The guy from the road. He froze when he saw me. His eyes widened, then narrowed into a dangerous stare. "You?" he whispered, his jaw clenched. Mom smiled nervously. "Cole, this is Liam. Your new stepbrother. I've told you about him, now you finally meet him.” She smiled warmly.

Gracie’s POV “Kael has been found,” my mother said as she strode into my room, her voice calm but urgent. My heart skipped a beat. I sprang up from the bed, eyes widening. “What? Say that again, Mother.” “He’s been found,” she repeated, now standing in front of me. A slow smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Not a smile of relief, but of opportunity. My heart pounded as jubilation swelled inside me, curling through my veins like warm honey.

I said. "I see you've added stealing to your list of nasty behaviors. Are you now breaking into rooms to satisfy your aim?" My step mom asked, eyeing me suspiciously. "The length people can go to just for money." Sandra muttered. I gazed at my step mom, my face burning with indignation. "Your precious possessions are intact." I said, my lips curling into a faint smirk. I should not be surprised or bothered by their selfishness, that's how they've always been.

He extended his slender arm, lifting her up. Suddenly, she found herself immersed in a embrace full of masculine charm, listening to the powerful and resolute heartbeat from Lorneauxs' chest, over and over again, as if enticing her. Unconsciously, a blush spread across Claire's cheeks. Clutching her small hands tightly, Claire closed her eyes in pain, making an effort to endure, so as not to lose control and grasp Lorneauxs' neck. He was her stepfather's son, her big brother; she couldn't cross that line.

Then I heard footsteps approaching the door, and I knew if I got caught, I would get into deep trouble. I opened the door slowly as if I were being forced. Walking inside, I greeted my stepmother and father as usual. I saw an old man about my father's age or perhaps even older looking at me in a strange way. I ignored his gaze and greeted him as well. My stepsister was not home yet; perhaps she was still in school, flirting with the guys as usual. She loved attention and was never in a hurry to come home. I was about to proceed to my room when my stepmother stopped me.