My Stepmom Novels & Stories

My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend. “Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.” “Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

I'm growing crazy and crazier by the day. 'Uthman' I turned to see my Step mom walking towards me. I did not know she was coming. 'E kasan ma' She flashed a smile just as she reached my side. 'How're you? I saw you talking to a girl right now. Was that Michelle?' My head is pretty messed up right now and now, my step mom is adding hers. 'no, that was Jade.' 'Oh, your rival?' I nodded, surprised that she knows Jade by name.

"You must've snuck on upstairs once you got home from hanging out with your sister." "St- umm... yes, yeah. I was just tired and..." Matt caught himself before he corrected stepmom number two that Stephanie was his stepsister. A certain detail that had become more important to him in the last twenty-four hours. "H-how's things going here? Must be nice having my dad home for a weekend for a change?"

Damn The funny thing about my stepmother was that she was pretty young, at least too young for my father. She was a brunette with the perfect slim figure and assets, it made sense since Sarah wasn't her actual daughter…she was adopted by her. Which makes them not even blood related. Her blue eyes were alluring though I still kept away. “Where are you going, dressed like that?” My sentence forms before I even comprehend it.

he said. "It's ok as you know if God takes something from us then he also gives something in return. I might have taken my mother but he also gave another mother to me" i said. He looked at me confusedly. "If it's possible then i would love to introduce you to Mrs. Laura Paulsen, my stepmother. She didn't gave me birth but she loved me like own child" i said "So you were lucky to have a sweet stepmom instead of a witch kind of stepmom " he said.

The dining room doors flung open and a voice echoed across the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said. A voice I recognized. "Some idiot jumped in front of my car." My heart froze immediately. I slowly turned my head and boom! It was him. The guy from the road. He froze when he saw me. His eyes widened, then narrowed into a dangerous stare. "You?" he whispered, his jaw clenched. Mom smiled nervously. "Cole, this is Liam. Your new stepbrother. I've told you about him, now you finally meet him.” She smiled warmly.

A beauty with brains, she slept through almost anything with a stick, got in fights as somehow she in this perfect body shape, eventually then she was isolated. I, on the other hand, simply didn't give a fuck about people sucking up to me. My stepmother, Sally is a decent Californian woman and childless so she poured her overflowing motherly affection on me. She made an effort to make me blend in, which I will always be grateful for.

Or perhaps I simply have a problem. But I love mom. More than just a child's affection for his parents. Although we are not blood relatives, I treated her as if she were my biological mother, and she treated me as if I were her own son. This has been the case since my father left us to be with his third wife. That's correct. My stepmother, Marianne, was Dad's second wife. I called her mom because she has looked after me since I was a child. But to tell the truth, my thoughts and feelings toward her couldn't be compared... They weren't, to say the least, close to what a son should - or ought - to feel.

She said with a smile, “I think it needs someone exactly like the two of you.” “This is too much,” Milo said as he laughed for a minute. “I feel like I am in a dream.” “Well, my son, you are not in a dream.” She said. “I know this may be a truly unusual thing to have to deal with, but from the moment I knew of you, I thought of you as one of my brood. You may call me Missy or mom if you wish. Maybe one day, you can work up to that. I am your stepmother, but I wanted you here to get to know all of us from the day you were born.”

She even nodded which we responded. I heard dad cleared his throat. "So, son, how was she? Is it just fine? Will you accept our relationship?" he asked. I immediately looked at him and think for a second. Who am I not to give them a chance? "She will be now my step mom?" I politely asked. "If that will be just fine with you," "Can I just call her aunt Laura or aunt? I don't really know what should I call her." Dad just plastered a smile after hearing what I said. He knows that it's just fine with me.