My Stepmom Manhwa Novels & Stories

He rolled his eyes, with displeasure smile in this news. “Don’t tell me, you’re going to lose against Joeff? We all know that he’s so unfortunate all throughout his life.” No wonder, this is my stepmom speaking. Her she goes…my devil like stepmom, hiding in her scripted kindness when my father is around. I guess stepmothers really act this way. Just like in any other fairy tale… “Mom, that’s the reason why he already won. This is the advantage of my big bro! He’s so good in keeping secrets!” Jean said.

My step-dad After a good time of sleep I always wake up in the arms of Christ. I catch him looking at me Me: why are you looking at me? Christ: nothing you're just beautiful Me: Hmm I said nothing and I smile, without realizing it, he puts his lips on mine. His soft lips, he caresses my body with sensuality, he is very precise in his gestures. I moan all alone Christ: sorry, I .. Me: hush continue

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

Just grab my bag from the foyer table, just get out— “You’re not going anywhere, you little slut.” The voice came from the living room doorway, sharp and venomous, freezing me in place. I turned slowly, dread coiling in my gut. My stepmother—Victoria—stood there, arms crossed over her designer blouse, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her elbow. She was a vision of polished cruelty: blonde hair in a sleek chignon, makeup flawless even at whatever ungodly hour this was, lips painted a blood-red that matched the rage in her eyes. She’d married my father five years after my mother’s death, when I was ten, and from day one she’d treated me like an inconvenient stain on her perfect li

OBSESSED WITH MY STEPBROTHER Chapter 3: My Stepbrother Fucks Me While Our Parents Are Home The footsteps on the stairs should make me panic. Instead, they make me wetter. Kai’s cock is still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. He looks down at me with dark, dangerous eyes, a wicked smirk on his face as the sound of my mother and stepfather’s voices drifts up from the hallway. “We should stop,” I whisper, even as my walls clench around him.

Karashi said, and I lifted my gaze to glare at her. "She could die for all I care," I said under my breath, relaxing in my office chair, "Maybe the Moon Goodness is punishing him for fucking and accepting to be mated to his own stepsister." I stared at the ceiling for a second, then scoffed under my breath. "Tell me, how do you fuck your stepsister to the point of accepting her as your fated mate?" I said nonchalantly. Kester irks me. Everything about him was too wrong.

Jane Thompson was the girl who nailed every test, the biggest school nerd who preferred books over real human interaction. Her life was a carefully organised routine: read, school, homework read, read, read till her eyes hurt, then sleep. Till one day, her mother got remarried and everything changed There wasn’t much to say about Jeremy, he was a popular biker, terrifically hot, handsome and rebellious. Literally every girl wanted him. He was Jane’s hot biker stepbrother.

The one who treated me like I was contagious, like I was filth infecting her perfect world. Before I could respond, the door burst open. She stormed in, dressed in a flowing deep-purple robe, her black eyes flashing with venom. Her lips were painted blood red, but there was nothing royal about the way she marched up to me. “You this stupid orphan,” she snarled, her voice loud enough to wake the spirits. “You think because you’re now your stepfather’s mate, you’re above everyone?” My hands slowly dropped from my face. I turned and looked her straight in the eye.

And by the way… you can call me mom from now on, my dear. ''Really?'' I focused my cold gaze to her with a raised brow, the corner of my mouth curved into a smirk. ‘‘Are you sure, mommy?’’ ‘‘Of course, sweetheart!’’ she said, hurrying forward and grabbed my hand. ‘‘We are family, Celestine... Although I’m your stepmother, I can treat you like my own daughter just like how I am treating your sister…’’ What's her drama this time? I couldn't help but chuckle as I wrenched my hand away from her grip. ‘‘I apologize, but I don’t need another mother. I only have one mother and her name is Sandra…’’