My Stepmother Novels & Stories

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.

my stepmother said, her voice silk over steel, "we'd just let you waltz in here and take whatever you wanted? I see you're still as stupid as you were." "I just want my mother's things." My voice came out smaller than I meant it to. "Then I'll leave. I promise." "Your mother." She spat the words like they tasted rotten. "That weak, pathetic woman who couldn't even keep her mate interested. Who died whimpering and broken because she wasn't strong enough to hold onto what was hers." Something hot flared in my chest. "Please don't talk about her like that." "Why not?" My stepmother took a step closer, and I instinctively backed up

Was it real? "You just missed April." Thank Goodness. "What’s going on with your stepmother?" I tried not to be angry, but my voice was definitely terse. Her smile faltered. "What are you talking about?" "I just had a visit from your stepmother, and she's trying to get $150,000 out of me. Are you a part of that?" For a moment, she just looked at me, studying me like she didn't know who I was. And then I could see it in her face, the moment everything inside her shut down, and with it came the panic that once again, I was letting my anger get the best of me.

“Did you miss me?” Her auburn hair darkens. Her face shifts, aging slightly. And suddenly I’m staring at my stepmother—the woman who died when Alistair attacked our pack. Except she’s not dead. She’s very, very alive. And she’s a witch. “No,” I breathe, my legs going weak. “No, this can’t…” “I’ve been playing you all like puppets,” Kate, my stepmother, continues, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Orchestrating every tragedy, every betrayal, every death.”

She stylishly held his hand and scolded him for hitting me “Dear husband, Are you still using violence? I thought we spoke about this before now." I felt like vomiting at the display. Her words couldn't sway anyone. My stepmother was my mom’s half sister, who lied against her and had her chased out of the house. Chasing her mom out of the house was not enough; she wanted her out too. My stepmother approached me and said, “Jane, I know you want the best for this family.” I flinch as her hands pat me softly at the back. “The young master is our ticket to permanent freedom from lack, or don’t you want us to live a normal life like

I suspected they were in the picture even while my mom was alive, given that my stepsister was a year younger. Life had turned into a nightmare since the arrival of my stepmother and stepsister. Initially excited about having a stepsibling, I found myself ignored and mistreated by Stephanie. Both Linda, my stepmother, and Stephanie joined forces to taunt and insult me, making college preparations agonizingly slow. Chores piled up, and my complaints to my father only worsened the situation. Richard, my father, not only showed disgust but also accused me of causing my mother's death.

" Leaving the house, I let the cool evening air wash over me. My feet carried me aimlessly, my mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Before I realized it, I found myself standing outside the old house at the Midnight pack. My mind could not help but wander to those beautiful days I spent here with my parents, now step parents. I learnt so many things here ànd experienced the best childhood here. It's such a shame that the people who lived here were no longer the same. They changed, I changed, everything changed. The door creaked open, revealing my stepmother. Her eyes narrowed upon seeing me. "Mia," she spat, venom dripping from her tone. "What are you doing h

he said to me, making my stepmother scoff. " Do you think you can come here and then take charge, just because she made you her, doesn't mean that you can do anything you want with her? "my stepmother says to Nick. "And who do You think You are to involve yourself in our matte, who are you …what is your position in her life, you are just her stepmother and Father's replacement of her mother, that's what you are ….so you should better keep that in mind," Nick said my stepmother's even angrier as my father rushes up to him pushing himself in the chest

I feel my legs shake as I drag my feet forward, moving around the couch, which is probably not a brilliant choice considering how fearful she looks right now– I should stay away, not draw closer. "Mom…" I start, trying to put words together, but how do I explain to her? What do I even say? Oh, I’m sorry you had to see that. I just happened to have been fucking around with my best friend, who also happens to be your stepson. No qualms, though.

she shouted. "Point of correction, you are Penelope Brown, my father's wife. Have you ever loved my father?" I asked but all I got was silence. " I have always known that you got married to him because of his money. I know people like you, that's why you've always been imposing Chloe on me. You are nothing but my stepmother, you can never replace my mother. I have tried all these years to give you the respect as my father's wife, but here you are calling yourself my mom? Look at you, are you fit to be my mom? You ain't my mom, but a stepmom. I'm just making things clear to you. You would always remain my stepmother, that's who