Owned By My Stepdad Novels & Stories

The work has been going smoothly, and I could say that was one of the best things that has happened to me this month. I might not be happy with what my Dad has done, but I still love him; I believed he was convinced and confused by my stepmom. My dad used to be the best dad ever until the death of my mom, which resulted in my dad remarrying my stepmom. Houston has always been part of us, my mom, my dad..... everything our sweet family represented so I want to put it back to how it was before. "Am I planning on giving back the ownership to my dad?" This was the question that was lingering on my mind; the sudden rise of it made my mind go numb.....it was a question I didn't have an answer to y

"Camila, wake up Camila, Father sold you to pay his gambling debts Camila. You need to get away." Camila thought she had heard those words wrong. Besides her little brother's voice was barely beyond a whisper and it was late that night. Such an ungodly hour for a 9 year old to be such a pest to her beauty sleep.

My step father had three sons with his ex wife who had also died while giving birth , they were three triplets and they were going to my brothers after this , but I didn’t mind . I didn’t care if we had a nice relationship or not , but it’s not as if I was going to live here for long , since I already met my wolf Sara , I am pretty sure that before I turn 20 I would meet my mate and so I would be out . The thought of meeting my own mate alone made me excited . “ I know the moon goddess made the right decisions when she chose you as my second chance mate , you are my everything and I am so ready to do this with you “ my step dad vowed to break me out of my thoughts.

I watched my mom and her husband behave all lovely dovey from where I sat . I could tell that they were both madly in love with each other . Since mom got married to her husband , we decided to move out of our apartment to that of my step dad . I would really say that I really underestimated the capability of my step dad . This wasn’t a fucking house , it was a fucking mansion . I couldn’t contain my excitement when I saw it , it was literally the best that I had ever thought of in my entire life. I loved it .

Aldrich Timbers I saw how mum dropped her orange juice on the glass table whilst staring at me with a shock look on her face. “You're doing what!” Mum yelled at me and I gulped nothing. Why was she being paranoid now? “You heard me right mum, Chelsea and I are going to be getting married” I said. “In few weeks” I added, gulping the whole of juice down my throat. “Don't you find that humiliating! You are getting married to your step sister, Aldrich!” Mum yelled at me and I scoffed, trying hard to control my anger.

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

My other friend muttered an apology as we walked past him. I got home early that day, as college seemed boring without my best friend, Alvin present. He had been sick for a while now, at least after we got into a small fight, and I hadn't even checked up on him; I should do that today since I had already caused trouble and would be given a suspension. I walked into the big house owned by my mother, but now it's my stepfather's property; Mrs. Ashwood had willed it to him on their tenth wedding anniversary.

Eventually east wing was where I retired the to making myself comfortable while I gulped, expecting none glittering magic in waves to sign time. This was the location Ethan warned me never to visit. “That section of the house is his,” in reference to Christopher, his stepfather. Although Ethan and Christopher were never in good terms no matter the fact that they were family but that distance is always there as Christopher The man who possessed all but answered to no one. Ethan on the other hand always busy with work Never finds time for his dear wife,This made me seek solitude to East wing where Christopher house is located pouring my mind, thought and all my heart as that place seems to

He was still leaning against his car, arms crossed, watching me with his usual calm expression. “Aren’t you coming?” I asked. “I didn’t realize you wanted me there.” “It’s your house.” “It’s our house.” Yeah, right. Technically, it was Silas and Bill’s house. No matter how many times Bill insisted that everything was mine too, I wasn’t going to claim ownership of something that wasn’t truly mine. I was already grateful enough to have a stepfather who went out of his way to make sure I had everything I needed. Bill had done so much for me, and I hadn’t exactly been the best stepdaughter in return. He deserved better.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?