My Stepmother Novels & Stories

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.

“And you’ve been crying. What happened?” He smoothed the hair away from my face and I leaned my cheek into his palm. “It’s been a crappy day since you left.” “Then I guess I won’t leave you this time,” he replied. My heart fluttered and I looked up. His blue eyes were warm and dark. They reminded me of the ocean on a calm summer night. “My stepmother is a horrible person,” I blurted out. “She’s vindictive and is going to ruin everything.” “Is she why you are upset?” he asked. There was a protective growl in his voice.

He disconnected. God. I placed a palm on my forehead. How unfortunate am I to be created this way? “What's wrong? You look as if you got bad news. Did anything happen in your family?” “Hmm.” I nodded. “My stepmother fell from the stairs on her way to a meeting.” As if heavens can be that merciful. If only this were to be the case. I wish the fall will lead to her untimely death, then I will dance on her grave until someone pulls me out.

“I refused to let you mark me, and also refused to run away with you. You felt rejected, so you decided to hook up with your chosen mate to feel wanted. I totally get it.” “No, no, I would never do that to you. I don’t even like her!” “I’m not mad, Theo. You were just fulfilling your obligations as the prince of Castillo Tribe. As your stepmother, I’m very proud of the step that you’ve taken.” Stepmother? Was this some sort of joke? “It may seem as though my peace around here has been compromised as well. I’ll leave now, and I would appreciate it if you do not follow me.” Even if I wanted to follow her, that thought died immediately when she showed that creepy smile again.

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 ou

I cut my stepmother off, the laughter dying on my lips as I took a slow step closer to her. “I won’t get back together with this bastard.” I gestured toward Leon with pure disgust. “You know why? Because I don’t want to become a stepmother like you. I know I won't be able to do it and I don't want to be as cruel as you” A dramatic gasp rippled through the room. My stepmother’s face turned an alarming shade of red, her eyes narrowing with fury as she raised her hand. “How dare you?!” she shrieked, her palm poised to strike.

My stepmother snapped, her sharp voice cutting through the room. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get the chance, Sarah scoffed. “Did you spend the night at some random guy's place?” She sneered. “Or maybe you were too busy stripping to come home?” She raised an eyebrow. “No, I….” My throat felt tightened, and I could not even form a statement. “If you want to add slut to your stripper title, just let me know. I can connect you with men who would love to pay for your service.” My stepmother suddenly let out a cold laugh.

I had to survive on my own. My stepmother, Sally, was a different story entirely. My father didn't maltreat me in any other form apart from ignorance but then, my stepmother ticked the remaining boxes. She was especially sly, envious, and cruel. She would fabricate lies against me to get me punished by my father. She took sides with her daughter, Emily, no matter how wrong she was. I didn't mind this at all. All I blamed was fate for allowing my own mother to die at such an untimely age.

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.

Delusional. “They,” I say after a moment. “There’s someone else looking for you?” She is quiet for so long, I think she might not respond, but when she does, there’s a tremble to her lithe frame. “My stepmother.” I draw in a deep breath of her lovely scent mingled with hair shampoo and straighten to meet her gaze. Her eyes are more open than I’ve seen them before, a vulnerability I can’t associate her with lays stark and it makes me want to do something unforgivable. “I can make her disappear. Permanently.”