My Stepmom Manhwa Novels & Stories

Lol. It all started when I was 19. It's just me and my stepmom living together in our new house we just had built out in the country. It was a normal household and we had the normal things around the house as in the sexual p**n stuff. Lol. My stepmom would always go in my room and try and find where I had my p**n and she would take them for herself and I thought it was pretty sexy. Just thinking about my stepmom watching my p**n and fingering herself turns me on. We both worked almost every day and hardly seen each other. Whenever we did get to see each other is wasn't long cause my stepmom sleeps a lot when she's off work. Usually, she would always be walking around the house with just a t-

I asked. “The Shrine Maiden,” he said as he got up from his seat and came to me. Standing right in front of me, he continued softly. “I’m actually quite worried for your welfare, Haru.” He flicked his gaze to the side, to where Aiden, Noah, and Mason were sitting, still looking at me. More quietly, he said, “I’m afraid our stepbrothers will go crazy over you, what with how you’re looking now.” Did he just say stepbrothers? As in plural? What was he talking about? Our stepbrothers going crazy over me? Seriously. Reo must be joking around to get at me again.

she explained and I swallowed hard at the mention of his name again and although I told myself I didn't wanna think of this morning anymore, I couldn't stop my travelling thoughts from going wherever it is they wanted and they swinged back and forth from this morning, to the night he told me of his mother's return and over to that morning at the office he said something about my coat that led to our step father conversation. This means, My Father is the Step Dad Adrian spoke of?? Adrian is my Step Brother???

Even though I tried avoiding her as much as I could, I guess I couldn't avoid her for too long. “This is Liana, my stepsister.”I opened my eyes wider than normal the moment I heard what you said with a funny expression on my face because I wasn't expecting him to refer to me as his step sister—we are not even siblings yet. “Your dad… again?” “Again? Does it mean…?” I was surprised to find out that my mom might not be the first woman to have lived with him as his stepmother before, meaning there were others before her, which makes me even more worried that we might be leaving here soon.

Step-father and step-daughter, step-mother and stepson, and the most common, step-brother and step-sister. The last thing I want is to hear rumors spread about me and Aamon Blackwood, with his name, it would travel like wild fire and since people already hate me, mostly girls of course, they would eat me alive. Somehow, the girls seem to think I'm the evil "stepsister" who is advising Aamon to stop going out with girls, that came as a shock to me but their point kind of made sense, "Ever since you came into his life, he doesn't want to be with any girl. We didn't have a problem sharing him before you two became close."

He responded. "That.." "What?" "Stop calling me your stepmom" I finally told him. "Why?" "I don't like it; even if you are you tryna tease me with it. I don't feel comfortable when you call me your stepmom. You know you are older than me?" "It doesn't matter. That's how we are related. Stepmom - stepson" "No please Liam. See it more like we are just friends and colleagues and you are my boss" I said.

She smiled warmly. Cole’s lips curled into a wicked smirk that made my soul tremble. "Stepbrother?" he chuckled weakly, pulling out the chair opposite me. "Well, isn't this interesting." He stared at me, his eyes promising hell without saying anything further. "Welcome to the family…rat," he mouthed so only I could hear. I forced the food down my throat as shivers ran down my spine. I knew it, was trapped and this was just the beginning.

Three seconds later, Zakari’s words banish my fantasies into the deepest pit of hell. “I knew you were a whore just like your mother. We’re practically step-siblings, but you’re so eager to let me have a taste.” His voice is no longer soft… or buttery. It’s harsh. And cold, and laced with so much hate. My eyes snap open. Bile rises in my throat. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother.” I snarl, teeth clenched. I push away, but he doesn’t let me go far. He grabs my left hand, imprisoning it against his chest.

*** Upon hearing that, Riley paralyzed completely in the middle of the lawn. Her arms fell to her sides, with her lips opening in a grimace of pure stupor and disgust. "What the fuck did you just say, Luke?!" she roared at me in a choked hiss, taking a step forward. "Did you go completely crazy in this confinement?! He is your stepbrother! How can you say that you like that monster?!". I tried to explain the situation to her immediately, taking a step toward her to contain her mental struggles.

me. “What the hell am I even thinking?” I slapped my forehead. He was going to be my step uncle in two weeks. I shouldn’t be having such thoughts about him. It was morally –and every-other-way-possible– wrong. I felt a pair of eyes on me, and I looked up to see my mother staring intently at me, and that was when I realized she had been calling my name, but I was lost in my thoughts. “You look stunning. This is the dress, mom,” I spluttered, trying to incorporate cheeriness I didn’t feel, into my voice.