My Stepmother Novels & Stories

“Until I got kicked out.” “Wait, what?” My voice comes out sharper than I intended. “Kicked out? What for?” “Does it matter?” She shrugs, that blasé attitude a clear mask for something deeper. “My stepmother couldn’t stand that I was… different. She’s this devout Christian woman who thinks anything outside her mold is… well, sinful.” “Sinful? As in…?”

She seemed to move closer. "I'm so glad you aren't actually here to see me like this," I forced out slowly. "But gosh is it still good to see your beautiful face again." I reached out for her and the figure dropped beside me. "You are so gentle, and smart, and kind, and…perfect. You're just perfect," I closed my eyes as an especially rough spasm passed over my body. "I thought my stepmother was a gentle and kind person too though, not as much as my mother, but she took good care of me.

He was leaning casually against the doorway, his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face. “Steve,” my stepmother said with a dramatic sigh, “you have no idea the headache this girl has caused me.” His eyes roamed over me, making my skin crawl. “Oh, I can imagine,” he said, his grin widening. “She’s always been a pain, hasn’t she?” My stepmother looked at me with pure disdain. “I’m done with her,” she said. “I’m tired of pretending to care. She’s nothing but a thorn in my side.”

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

I stood at the gate longer than I should have, my fingers tightening around the metal before I finally pushed it open. The memories came rushing back. Laughter that never included me, doors closing in my face. A home that only felt like one when I was useful. I stepped inside. “Look who finally remembered this place exists. Wait, don’t tell me you are here to beg?” She said mockingly. My stepmother stepped out slowly, arms folded like she’d been waiting for this moment. “I’m just here to get my things,” I said, keeping my voice steady. She let out a dry laugh.

“If you don’t mind. I’m still jet-lagged from the long flight. I want to retire early.” Ilya nods. “Thank you. Tell the chef the food is delicious.” I stand up and walk away. Maybe that’s what it feels like for a stepmother to have a brat stepdaughter. Stepmothers are always the villain in the stepdaughter’s story. They’re less appreciated, less complimented. No one knows their struggles or what they have to sacrifice to be part of unwelcoming members of the family. I walk to the patio where Ilya showed me earlier.

I really need to sink my shaft into someone tonight; luckily, I made plans with Sienna earlier. “Please, Zayne, it would mean the world to me,” my new stepmother insists. Her smile fills me with warmth and comfort so much that I almost want to honor her wish. Although I am super horny, I can wait a day and see Sienna tomorrow. I would need a long cold shower beforehand, but it could work. I groan, intending to agree, but Maija has other plans, and it seems that it does not include being around me. “Mom, mom, he clearly has plans to have sex with someone. Are you really trying to make me cockblock my new brother?”

I nodded looking down. "I came here to say" I uttered some words when I remembered something about her. "How is your mother?" I gulped nervously. "Oh, she is no more" "What? I am so sorry" It's my cue to leave but she patted on my hand, rested on my knee. "She was my step mother, actually, third step mother. I wasn't much close to her." She said. Out of embarrassment I said nothing. "Sorry I forgot your name" She said.

My stepmother isn't a very nice person in general. The exact word to describe her is Evil. Evil! Conrad stood up and reached out to take my hand. The forest ranger is only looking at me tonight, and after our secret meeting, am certain that he wants me as much as I want him. The truth is my stepmother was never mean or evil. Ever since my father died, my life has never been the same. My stepmother turned into someone completely different as soon as my father’s will was read aloud. She became demanding, sharp, and started ordering me around, making Me clean and cook all day long. Apart from

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