My Stepmother Novels & Stories

Stepsister said this while enraged. "Oh shut up, he is also your father." stepmother scolded her. "Oh yes, he is not my own father, but he is my stepfather. I still tell you that he loves his dearest daughter more than me. " Stepsister said, folding her hands around her arms. "Shut up! He loves you too, but one thing is right: Samantha is his real daughter, so you have to try to stay close to your father and turn his love on you." stepmother said.

he trailed off with a smug smile. I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not sure your wife would be happy to hear you saying that. She just might hang you by the balls from the balcony if she ever caught wind of this,” I warned him. Sasha, my stepmother who just so happened to be a decade older than me, was jealously possessive of my dad.

It was a lot of fun, I had many shots of tequila and some weird drink Laura gave me yesterday. I heard my stepmother call me twice before she bashed into my room with a spatula in her hand demanding me to get up from the mattress "I swear to God, Gianna Diane Harrison, if you do not get your ass off this bed right now, may God so help me that I don't deep-fry you this morning," I lazily shot my eyes open at her angry voice and lifted the soft pillow from my head because whenever my stepmother calls us by our full names then it means she will soon turn into She-Hulk.

I sighed. "Honestly, I don't think it's Michael you have to be afraid of." She mumbled. "What could be more scary than a man bitter that a lady turned him down?" I snorted. "A woman whose husband brought his ex's child to their home, the lady of the house, your stepmother." She blurted and cringed. "I didn't mean to say it like that, but Beatrice is well..." "A b*tch. My stepmother is a b*tch and is probably going to make my life a living hell." I said bluntly.

I was trying to pass the time till I will be going out to see Valerie. All of a sudden, my stepmother smiled at me. I wasn’t surprised I knew a quarter of the debt had been settled. “Wendy, you came out late after running to bed yesterday”,she said. Not even an apology for what she and her daughters said the previous day. “Yes”,I answered. I don’t want to waste my speech on them. My stepmother still had her fake smile on her face trying to tease me with her words. “Wendy, you will soon be a surrogate mother,”my stepmother teased me. She quite knows I hate to hear that sentence but she keeps remind

However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son. My mother died giving birth to me. Before the first week after her funeral was even over, he brought a pregnant Mary into the house. That woman secured her position as the wife of the house by giving birth to a premature baby boy. Because of it, her body was damaged, and she could never have another child. So, Ethan became my dad’s entire world. After Ethan died, he treated me like a dog. He fed me dog food, made me sleep in a cage, and forced me to bark just to vent his useless rage and ease his guilt toward Mary.

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.

she replied firmly, her hands still holding my trembling fingers. Who could possibly be the father of my pup that she couldn’t reveal? Was it my father? Or was it really Beta George, as my stepmother claimed? “You don’t get to speak to your King in that manner!” my stepmother snapped angrily, her face reddening. “You don’t speak to me in such a manner, child. I am not your mate!” the seer snapped. From the corner of my eyes, I saw my stepmother’s eyes fill with tears as she flinched in fear. “Clement, we need to talk.”

“How are you feeling now?” She rolled her eyes. “You keep acting like I’m dying. It’s just a shock from that witch. I’m fine.” I brushed her hair gently to the back and looked at her face. “You call her a witch, but you haven’t told me who she is. You’re not fine until I know what’s going on.” She let out a slow breath and sat on the bed. Her hands twisted together. “She’s my stepmother.” I froze, staring at her as she continue

I stood there for a long time, staring at the spot where she’d been, trying to ignore the fact that my brain had cataloged every inch of her like some kind of traitorous highlight reel. She was my stepmother. My stepmother. And I already hated how much I didn’t hate looking at her.