My Stepmom Novels & Stories

Standing right in front of my father's penthouse door, her keycard hovering near the sensor. It was none other than Lexi, my father's little wife, my fucking stepmother. The thought unsettled me. How can my ex girlfriend be my stepmother? It just doesn't make sense in any way, because what the actual hell? Time seemed to slow down as I stared at her face. My chest tightened as if my lungs had forgotten how to work. I hadn’t seen her in months—not since the wedding, not since she became his, since she became my father's little whore, my fucking stepmother. The thought unsettled me. How can my ex girlfriend become my stepmother out of the blue?

Is it because she is a cook here? Morgan looked at me with a smile, and I wondered if he knew what I was thinking. "She doesn't like to be called with respect," he said. The woman also nodded. "May I call you, Mum?" I asked. "Why?" Nikita asked. "I miss my stepmom," I replied. "Step mom? Didn't you have a mother?" She asked. "I never did," I said. Nikita looked at me with a sorrowful expression. "You can, but only Mr can accept," she said.

“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

"I wanted to get you alone for a moment. I know I’m practically part of the family already, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. Formally." I blink, stunned. "My blessing?" "Yes," she says with a sincere, wide-eyed smile. "You’re the mistress of this house now. You’re Ethan’s stepmother. It’s important to me that you approve of our union. I want us to be more than just in-laws, Zora. I want us to be friends. The Reynolds wives... we have to stick together, don't we?" The guilt hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Here she is, offering me sisterhood and respect, while I spent the last hour trying not to climax in front of her.

Her wide, old, cracky mouth opened and made a mighty ‘O’ form. ‘So, why’s she amazed?’ I wondered as I walked into my room and left her in her whatever thoughts. ‘Vrooom!’ the door danged open. It was the witch-tormenter!…my stepmom. “What’s going on between you two? I don’t understand” “Stepmom…you don’t have to understand anything. Evan and I are deeply-in-love. Evan is my boy-friend and nothing ugly can come between us!” I boldly and happily expanciated.

her stepmom pleaded. "No, please don't apologize mum, come inside!" She ushered them in happily. She was glad that she hadn't lost her family as she thought earlier. Her step parents came into her little room and her stepmom sat on the bed, while her step dad sat on the plastic chair in her room. "Look who has become a big boy," her stepmom played with Aidan, softly pinching his chubby cheeks, then she turned back to Crystal. "Listen Crystal, it's no secret that we don't have much, but we want to assist you in every way we can, that's why we have decided to loan you some money from our business," her step mother said.

She walked toward us like we were guests she’d been expecting. “I knew you’d come back.” She touched my cheek. I jerked away. She didn’t react. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “Just like me.” Julian stepped between us. “Don’t touch her.” Mom’s expression shifted — not angry. Just… amused. “She’s mine, Julian.” “No,” I said, and my voice cracked in a way I hated. She tilted her head at me like I’d misunderstood something simple. “From the very first cell,” she said gently.

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.

"You and Temi have become quite mischievous lately haven't you? I'd report you to aunty Iyabo. Leave my room! "I scold them both. Threatening to report them to their late mother's big sister. The same one they live with. "Sorry daddy." They apologize and exit my room. I exhale as my mind runs back to Esther. I'm inlove with her! With my best friends sister!

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.