My Stepmom Caught Me Novels & Stories

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.

I didn't know how long I could go without food but I knew I'd find a way. “You'll be following Michael to his company today.” My stepmom ordered as she glanced at me for a second and my heart stopped. “What? Why? I don't want to.” I muttered at once but immediately realized that I had just messed with my stepmom. I almost forgot what she was capable of and now I was in trouble. “William, follow me upstairs, will you?” She said flatly as she stood up from her chair and my heart sank into my stomach. What was she going to do to me this time?

she said, getting up, already ready to leave. Even if my mom was a bitch, she sometimes does think about me. "Thank you, Mom!" I shouted to her, going figuratively. She waved bye. I only smiled. My mom and I have a bittersweet relationship. She is not a bad woman, just a bit greedy—or say, a lot greedy. She can do anything for money. Sometimes it scares me, but I don’t want it to happen that she ends up selling me just for money. She is not a loyal type. I don’t know why my soon-to-be step-dad is destroying his life marrying her.

Even though I’m technically an adult, I don’t have anywhere to go yet. “Are you listening to me?” My stepmom’s high pitch screech snaps me back into the present and I lower my eyes to the floor. “Yes. But I’m telling you the truth…” I risk looking up at her. She’s a beautiful woman, but underneath is a monster. “…I don’t have anymore.” I finish off my reply, only to feel a sharp pain across my cheek.

“Sh-she saw everything.” Dad rubbed his face. “This is fucked.” I tucked myself away. “She needed to see. No more secrets.” Linda shot me a look. “Anyone ever told you you’re a sadist?” “Maybe.” I headed for the stairs. “I’m going up.” Dad grabbed my arm. “Leo–” I shook him off. “She’s my stepmom now. I’ll handle it.” I climbed the stairs slowly, pulse steady like it was going to snap under my feet. Her bedroom door was locked. I knocked on it.

“Mate. My mate. Stop running from what we are.” My wolf surged forward, howling in agreement as the fated bond flared white-hot. I gasped, arching into his touch even as fear spiked through me. Anyone could walk in….; the staff, his fiancée Brielle, my own mother. We were step-siblings now. Forbidden. But none of that mattered when his lips hovered a breath from mine. I wanted him to ruin me all over again— “Mommy?” The dream shattered. I jolted upright, elbow sending fabric swatches flying. My heart hammered, skin damp with sweat. The dim studio lamp cast long shadows over mood boards and sketches. Kade Blackwood stared back from the open business magazine…. sharp jaw, cold commanding prese

She panics and reaches for the file, but I dodge and make for the door. I’m only a few steps outside when my stepmother grabs me by the arm, and she yanks me back. The file flies through the air and hits the ground as she shoves me. Like the file, I slam to the concrete. Pain shoots up my hands while I scramble across the ground. Before I can reach the file, her hand is pulling hair. My scalp burns, and I cry out, raking my fingernails over her hand. As I struggle to get my stepmother off me, a black Camaro pulls up to the house, stopping in front of it. I don’t have time to think about the car before Megan kicks me to the ground and plants her foot on my back.

I said finally, avoiding his gaze. “At this time of night? Alone?” He raised an eyebrow, the smirk fading into something closer to genuine curiosity. I shrugged, not trusting myself to say anything more. The truth sounded ridiculous even to me: I had stormed out of the house after accusing my stepdad and his son of being monsters, wandered aimlessly until I ended up here, and now I’d stumbled across this. Liam took a step closer, his boots clicking softly against the pavement. I forced myself to stand still, even though every instinct was screaming at me to back away.

“But I brought you some buns. Eat these first so you don’t starve. Please, just hang in there.” The absurdity of it all made me laugh outright. They were unraveling so easily. But as I listened to the exchange, I realized it was time to intervene. If left unchecked, my stepmother would surely escalate the situation. I slipped my feet into my flip-flops and headed toward the door. When I stepped out, I found my stepmother crouched near the locked door, clutching a bag of food. Her face was etched with despair, tears streaking her cheeks. At the sight of me, her expression hardened, transforming into a mask of barely contained rage.

This is my house, isn’t it? “Good morning, Jace,” her mother greets warmly, face lighting up like a bulb. I want to roll my eyes, but knowing Jae will be offended, I swallow my displeasure and nod. “Thank you for bringing your step-sister home last night. I can’t thank you enough.” She gushes. That word—stepsister—sticks like barbed wire. “Haven’t you told her?” I ask, pulling out my seat. Jae looks at me, eyes wide, pleading.