My Stepmother Novels & Stories

She faced Samantha, not bothering to argue about inheritance rights. "You still haven't answered my earlier question. What does 'stepmother' mean?" Caught off guard by the sudden shift back to the topic, Samantha was momentarily speechless. Shelby did not wait for her to catch up. She pulled out her phone and quickly tapped the screen. "Ah, I see," Shelby remarked, glancing at her phone. "According to this, 'stepmother' used to refer to a concubine in ancient times. That's similar to a servant, isn't it? So, in modern terms, it's like a maid.

Chelsea Breakfast was one hell of an exciting affair for everyone except me. I didn't mean to, but the moment I stepped out and saw him, my countenance changed. I hoped my step mom would not notice that the smile I flashed her as I took my place next to her was a bogus one. My step brother, Aldrich had prepared breakfast and he was all smiles. His eyes found mine and I looked away. "Good morning, Auntie Naomi. Good morning, dad.", I greeted with my eyes on my plate. Dad nodded as his mouth was stuffed with food and auntie Naomi patted my hair.

“My daddy got me a stepmother for my birthday. Can you believe it?” Coco shook her head. “What is a stepmother?”

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.

That was one of the things my stepmother harped on the most when it came to my looks. “You’ll do no such thing.” His voice almost sounds like a growl. He takes a deep, long breath before he speaks again. Something I’ve noticed him do before. “Did someone tell you that?” “My stepmother had her fair share of things to say.” I shrug. “The one who tried to sell you off to a man in his fifties?” “Maybe she didn’t think I could get anything better.” “What I think is she’s greedy and, more than anything, jealous.”

I just feel like I have been pushed to the edge countless times. My stepmother. My stepsister. And now officially, Weston’s mother.

“If that’s so, you can add her to the register and proclaim my wife as the hair to D&D.” Her stepmother jumped up, ignoring her father’s look to remain calm. “Never. It’s not going to ever happen. I told you, Stan. She is just like her mother; a snake. She is trying to take over the company and that’s why she is pretending to want to know more about her mother.”

“ We're working towards a goal here, Mum. You should be careful about how you talk to her, what if she really doesn’t help? What if all these just amounts to nothing?” “She will,” her stepmother snapped, cutting her off. “She’ll come back. And when she does, I’ll make sure she’s in the palm of my hand, just like before. That girl doesn’t know it yet, but I’ll control her however I want.” Her voice dripped with malice as she added, “Like I always did.”

And of course, she appeared. My stepmother moved in like she owned the room even when there was no room left to own. Perfect posture, perfect smile, perfect poison hidden behind both. “Oh my dear Aurora,” she cooed, her voice sweet enough to rot teeth. Aurora blinked slowly, trying to focus, but the alcohol had already pulled her somewhere far away from here. She swayed slightly against my side, not responding the way she should have. My stepmother’s eyes flicked over her with thinly veiled judgment. “You won’t even let me greet my own daughter in law when she’s… clear minded?” she said softly, tilting her head as if she were di

“Brandon, this isn’t a negotiation. If you want the company—” “I will have the company,” I said, my voice low and steely. “But I won’t parade around with a mannequin just to entertain your fantasies.” “You think I’m doing this for fun?” “No. I think you’re doing this because you’re afraid I’ll succeed without you, and you want a puppet who can watch my every move 24/7 and report back to you." Silence. Heavy. Tense. My stepmother stepped forward, her voice syrupy sweet. “Darling, this hostility won’t help your cause. We only want what’s best for you.”