My Stepmom Graphic Novel Free Novels & Stories

"I'm unboxing the sketches, Elara. Just like I promised. We’re going to look at them together. We’re going to see what fifty million dollars buys a man." He reached behind him, grabbing a thick, leather-bound portfolio from the open crate. He laid it on the bench between my legs, flipping it open with a snap. Inside was a charcoal sketch I hadn't seen in ten years. It was a study of a woman’s hand,my mother’s hand—reaching for something just out of frame. The lines were delicate, full of a raw, aching love that Julian would never understand. "Look at it," Julian commanded. "I'm looking."

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.

My inner self told me it's not wrong to join my stepbrother. We're not doing anything wrong if I draw close and feed my curiosity. I tell myself, so, I lean close. But the next minute, my face turns pale. He's watching p**n! Not any kind, but a video of him and I! “Jace!” I cry, slapping the headphone from his ears. He turns to me slowly, that maddening grin tugging at his lips. Not an ounce of shame, not even surprise. Just that cool amusement.

He assures me. I looked up at him and smiled. As he cleaned the tears of my face I say, “no worries, I have a feeling we are going to be great friends.” He leans back to get a closer look at me and says, “good, I expected nothing less from my stepmom.” I snickered, “Your stepmom?” “Your mommy dearest.” We both laughed, for what felt like ages, and it definitely felt better. ALESSIA’S POV

It was nice seeing Mom all hap-py, but I was so nervous about Evan that I could hardly eat any of the delicious food, though I easily dug into the cake. "He said we needed to talk," I murmured after a long pause. "So, talk to him." I grumbled. "It's not that simple. Our parents just got married." "And does that change anything?" "Of course! It changes everything. We're stepsib-lings now-"

my stepmother. The only stepmother I knew was the evil woman from Cinderella. So, I only had her for comparison. She leant forward, wrapping her thin arms around me. I was taken aback at first, I wasn’t expecting this kind of greeting. I reluctantly put my arms around her too. “Thank you so much for coming Bella. I’m so happy to finally meet you, although I wish it had been under better circumstances. Thank you so much for agreeing to help. I know it can’t have been an easy decision to make.” “Actually, she made the decision in only a few hours,” my father explained. “I am so grateful Bella, and Alex, what a handsome man you are. It’s really nice to meet you sweetie.” She said, politely. I

her mom responded, “how are you?“ she asked, “I'm fine” Betty said, “how are you and how Is Stephanie?“ she asked, “She's fine, I have wanted to call you” her mom.asked, “Hope no problems?“ Betty asked, “Stephanie doesn't have diaper and the baby milk has finished, and I don't have any money In my account, and Valery's account has been freezed” her mom explained, “Can I get all those things and send It or can I send money?“ Betty asked,

“I don’t want her! I have Fiona, Jamie, and Mrs. Duncan. I don’t want a stepmom. Sob…” “She’s not going to be like the bad stepmoms in those fairy tales. She’ll be nice to you.” “I don’t want her! I don’t want her!” Rachel cried. “They’re only nice to me because you have money. If you suddenly died, they would take all the money and throw me away.” Cameron chuckled. “They won’t throw you away, and I’m not going to die anytime soon.” “I still don’t want a stepmom.”

All she could remember as a child was the fight that occurred between her dad and her oldest brother; when her father decided to marry her stepmother who is currently glaring at her. Sometimes, her stepmom acted lovely like the time her grandparents came to visit them and were to act kind and loving. Lovely memories! She smiled a little. “Winter, did your dad tell you about the volunteering work at the construction site?” her voice brings her out of her Dreamland. By now, Joy has long gone and she was standing alone with her step-mom. She tried to recall talking with her dad but couldn't find any. “Never mind, ask him ” With that, She stalked off dusting the imaginary dust on her skinny dres

Cain indulged me and had someone ask Isabella whether she was willing to accompany Lukas to Entagonia. In the beginning, Isabella cried and refused. In the end, I still had people forcibly send her to Landon, the capital of Entagonia. Day by day, my stomach grew larger. Cain practically canceled every unnecessary trip and stayed home with me constantly. Even the Northera Pack elder meetings were moved directly into the manor. He practiced sewing pup clothes over and over again. The stitching was crooked and awful, but he refused to let the maids touch them. Every night, he would caress my stomach and tell stories in his deep voice until even I got sleepy. The twins, however, seemed especiall