My Stepmother Novels & Stories

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.

But they didn't. I looked at the woman who had given me life and then left me to rot in the hands of men like Miller and all the other foster parents. "Well, you might have given birth to me," I whispered, my voice thick with a rage so cold it felt like ice, "but you know nothing about being a mother." I brought my fist down one last time, a heavy, final blow that silenced her laughter. "So you think it’s okay?" Lilian gasped, her eyes fluttering. "To steal your mother’s husband? To sleep with the man who was supposed to be your stepfather?"

FLASHBACK… “Good morning, mother.” I said in a low voice. “Don't call me your mother again, I'm not your mother, your useless mother has died.” my stepmother said. “I hope you've seen the clothes I brought out. And I don't want your father to know about this, once he finds out, consider yourself dead.” She said, snatching her teeth together. “Okay Ma,” I said, my hands shaking. “Ma, I haven't eaten. How will I have the strength to wash the clothes?” I asked.

"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!

I hate it how my mother’s name rolled so sexily out of his tongue, that tongue was dipped into my pussy just now. “So Danny, I would like you to escort my beloved, new daughter, who came here to kill me, to the dungeon and hold her there until my further orders.” I gasped. I was speechless at the audacity of this man. Firstly, he fucked me and then he dumped me, then he claimed to be my stepfather but not my mate, and now this motherfucker was putting me into jail! That was absurd. “Yes, Alpha.” Danny, the omega, grabbed my arm and he started dragging me out.

“Weren’t you running your mouth now? Didn’t you want to finish me off?“ I yelled “You didn’t hear anything, you have nothing against me. I did nothing so let me go this instant Zane. I am still your stepmother.” I couldn’t help but laugh. A step mother? “More like a step devil. What sort of ‘mother’ would want to kill her child they way you want to kill me. Not even in my twenty plus years of living did I ever think you would stoop this incredibly low just so you can gain some few more dollars. You are the most selfish person I have ever known and that is no argument.” I snapped angrily. Locking her arm behind her tightly.

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.

my stepmother Moana chimed in, her voice a rich, melodic alto. “I know, Mom, but I've got a ton to do.” Moana. She was my stepmother. She used to be my nanny for a short time, but in a whirlwind romance, she and my dad got married and had my little sister. Moana was more of a real mother to me than my own biological mother could ever be. Hearing her voice on a night like tonight was a comfort, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I was a little annoyed at my parents’ overbearing tendencies. They meant well, but sometimes they forgot that I was an adult who was capable of taking care of myself.

I said, pointing angrily at her. Aunt Mary stood up to me and pointed back at my face. “I am your stepmother, a replacement for your dead mother. Respect me like you respect your father. If you realize that you've been overreacting to your father's shame.” I snorted loudly, jerking her index finger roughly. We were facing each other, so I could freely return her hostile gaze. Her height was only up to my chest, so I had to look down if I spoke to her.

As they were about to pass each other in the narrow staircase, Lysander halted. "Don't call me brother. You have no right to be my sister," he said coldly, not even bothering to look at her. Standing on the same step as her, his voice was chilling, as if it pierced through to the bone. Claire's long eyelashes quivered as she lowered her head even further. She knew that her stepfather's children had no warmth for her. After a brief exchange, Lysander went upstairs, while Claire remained on the stairs, motionless for a long time. She watched his tall and upright figure almost disappear from view before lifting her eyes.