My Stepmom Manhwa Novels & Stories

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.

The rest of us that remained standing are in one way or another related to each other somehow. From my point of view, I had with me right now, The step brothers from both sides, my actual Dad, the Stepmom I'm seeing for the very first time, my Mom and step Dad, and the half sister who appears too young to be involved in all of this crazy inter-family madness. She looked terribly confused and sad that I felt really bad for her. How less crazy could this possibly get at this point?

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.

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.

Not standing beside Kelan pretending to be his perfect Luna, but plotting with Valor to take everything for ourselves. "I'm sure he'll her number tonight," I mentioned casually. "Finally stopped calling her every five minutes." "About time," Valor muttered. "His obsession with that girl was getting pathetic." "She's my step-sister you know," I revealed quietly. Valor's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Step-sister? You never mentioned that before." I set the glass down and walked to the window, looking out at the pack grounds below. "Her father was with my mother once," I explained. "Before he met Melissa's mother. My mother got pregnant but he denied it and moved on. Built a whole life with Melis

"I have more important matters to discuss than a stupid rugby team." "Heavens, I see that gala didn't go well for you," another intervened. But before he could continue, Dilan touched my shoulder and pointed with his chin toward the center of the room. "But wow... looks like your new stepbrother isn't wasting any time. I think he's fucking that sexy third-year." I arched an eyebrow, feeling a prickle of curiosity that quickly transformed into a scowl. I turned slowly, searching for Luke with my gaze.

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.

Ashton's POV. Stepmom? That’s a big term. I never really considered Kira, or any of Mr. Jones's numerous women, as my stepmom. I accepted the fact that I have step-siblings, whom I don’t get along with much, but stepmoms? Nah, that’s too much. She must have said those words to piss me off or to actually think of herself as my stepmom. Hilarious. Everything that happened was amusing, silly, wild, and super crazy, but no matter how hard I try to deny it, I can’t. Fucking her was the best. She’s the first woman to drive me to insanity when it comes to sex, matching my energy with raw energy.

Tears welled up in my eyes but I held onto them. “You better not be crying,” Zayn threatened. “I'm not as weak as you are,” I said, rolling my eyes and wiping their corners. “Mother Mia,” Talia said. “That's going to be weird explaining it to new friends. ‘my stepmother is kinda like eleven years older than me.’” “Stepmother?” Zayn asked, working his brows. Talia shrugged. “It's either that, or I call her your older girlfriend. Choose your poison wisely.” She threatened.