My Stepmother Novels & Stories

I didn't even have friends, so how would I get a boyfriend? "I'm only twenty-one, stepmother. I'm sure I'll find someone when I'm less busy." I said "someone" because it could be anyone, especially one not in a pack. My father would roll in his grave if I ever returned to a pack after they killed my mother. My stepmother's guest looked at me with obvious disgust on her face, but I only looked away, being used to that for five years now. Stepmother hummed and closed the catalogue. She said something in her native language to her friend, and they chuckled.

My voice cracked as anger replaced my despair. She chuckled. "Of course, we did. What did you expect? I wasn’t about to let you walk out of here and live the life your mother never could. My Sofia deserves everything, and you deserve nothing." Tears streamed down my face as I rose to my feet. "What did my mother ever do to you? What did I ever do to you?" "She existed," my stepmother said coldly. "And you’re just a constant reminder of her. Every time I look at you, I see her smug face. But don’t worry, it won’t be for much longer. Soon, you’ll be gone for good."

But once I reach the living room, the coldness feels even more suffocating. My stepmother stands there, her sharp gaze fixed on me. She’s filled with the usual emotions, always acting as though she holds power over everyone. “Are you going to keep acting like this? You can’t get pregnant and you don’t even show yourself as a useful woman.” My stepmother walks toward me, as if she’s ready to shove me. The feeling of anger burns through my entire body, leaving me speechless. “You’re going to ruin everything! Do you really think you can stay as Sebastian’s wife without a child?” She raises both her eyebrows and laughs.

My stepmother exclaimed as she pulled my chin up. I rose on my feet and pushed her away. “Get your hands off me!” “Don't dare lay your filthy hands on my mother, so-called CEO! We shall see who the real CEO is today!” “Yes!” My stepmother admitted. “Meet Mr Stephen, your father's lawyer and he's here to read his Will,” she added.

A woman should never be Don. I saw my stepmother come down the stairs, tomas firmly in her grip, “I wish you would stay away from my family, but alas here we are once again Ariana” my stepmother said as she walked towards me. I looked down at tomas, he looked sickly, and he averted my gaze, “hi tomas” I smiled but he wouldn't look at me, my stepmother laughed. “He knows what you did, you stupid whore” she mentioned and my heart started to beat anxiously.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

Damn The funny thing about my stepmother was that she was pretty young, at least too young for my father. She was a brunette with the perfect slim figure and assets, it made sense since Sarah wasn't her actual daughter…she was adopted by her. Which makes them not even blood related. Her blue eyes were alluring though I still kept away. “Where are you going, dressed like that?” My sentence forms before I even comprehend it.

"I wanted to get you alone for a moment. I know I’m practically part of the family already, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. Formally." I blink, stunned. "My blessing?" "Yes," she says with a sincere, wide-eyed smile. "You’re the mistress of this house now. You’re Ethan’s stepmother. It’s important to me that you approve of our union. I want us to be more than just in-laws, Zora. I want us to be friends. The Reynolds wives... we have to stick together, don't we?" The guilt hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Here she is, offering me sisterhood and respect, while I spent the last hour trying not to climax in front of her.

I stammered, hoping to calm her down, though I knew better than to expect any sort of kindness from this woman. My step mother’s shrill voice boomed loudly. “If you don’t fucking hurry up and do as you’re told, we’ll throw you to the rogues and let them kill you, just like they killed your useless mother!” She screamed but I wasn’t even paying any attention to what she was saying. Normally, hearing her insult my dead mother would usually upset me, and her threat to throw me to rogues would normally fill me with a fear that kept me submissive, but not today and not right now.

“Crooked nose?” “You did not see it?” she asked. “It bends to the left like it is tired of standing straight.” Despite how tired I was, I let out a small breath that could have been a laugh. Then I took the cup of water from her tray. “My stepmother is here,” I said quietly. Paula froze. “Here?” “Yes.” She lowered her voice immediately. “With your stepsister too?” “Yes.” She pressed her lips together. “They went to the Queen Mother first,” I added.