Pregnant Stepsister Novels & Stories

But how could I deceive myself that I did not just catch my fiance cheating on me with my own sister—my flesh and blood. Instead my pathetic eyes remained fixed on them. How could they do this to me? How dare he do this to me? Three years ago, my father’s mistakes left the Harnes Group drowning in debts. Since then, I’d been nothing more than a pawn to Xavier and my step-mother. Xavier was supposed to be my fiancée—the heir to the wealthy Kingsley family, the man who carried our family’s name back into the spotlight. My step-mother paraded me around as his perfect little fiance, while he treated me as trash.

The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the cubicle, and soon, my clothes, which were torn into pieces, hung loosely on me, barely covering me. A wave of shame washed over me, but the terror for my unborn child overwhelmed me as my pregnant belly was exposed before their eyes. Tears of despair streamed down my face, and suddenly, the hand over my mouth released. I seized the moment to speak. "I'm Anthony's sister!" But my words were met with mocking laughter. "I came back to save your child!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation.

"Don't even think about it! Trash will always be trash, and don't ever expect me to pick it up." Hearing Kimberly's words about her mother, Deborah clenched her fists. She roughly grabbed Kimberly's shoulder, forcing the girl to face her. "Don't you dare act like that towards my mom! Regardless, she's married to Daddy. You have no right to treat her like that!" Deborah shouted, her eyes glaring. But it didn't scare Kimberly. She even stepped forward, as if challenging the girl in front of her. Deborah was the one slowly stepping back in fear. "You're just like your mother. Both of you are trash that will never be noble, even if you're placed in a palace." Kimberly's eyes were filled with hat

That was the last thing I needed. "I'm not pregnant!" I yelled just before I vomited into the toilet, having had just enough time to raise the lid. "Leila," Stephanie said, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. "If you're pregnant with Steven's baby, then we have rights as grandparents " "Get out!" I yelled, not in the mood to be having this conversation. "Get out or I'm calling the police!" "Stephanie, give her time," Rodger said, pulling his wife gently away.

"At least I'm not a lovesick puppy with daddy issues, still begging for affection from a man who'd rather screw my sister. How does it feel to be the unwanted bride, little Rebel?" It wasn't a rhetorical question but I couldn’t find the words to answer his question. I stood up from my seat, ready to leave his arrogant ass. “Well, you’ll be thrilled to know that your ex-fiancé is coming tonight—with his pregnant wife, who just happens to be your darling stepsister.” “What are you talking about?” I demanded and a smirk played on his lips, as he rose from his seat and walked towards me. His huge frame staring down at me like I was nothing but a possession.

Kelly replied with a chucky smile while looking at her confused mom. "I only knew one Stephen, and that's your step brother." She said. "Exactly! You got it! I'm pregnant for him." She replied, looking up at him without any atom of fear or remorse. "I can't believe you are saying all these. You mean you are pregnant for Stephen? your step brother?" "Yeah, I'm carrying his child." "And you are proud to tell me?" "Because that was what I wanated." "Are you insane? What have came over you? What are you even bluffing? Have you gone crazy?" The mom was so angry and furious.

She's pretty and I'll hate to think she was one of Damien's past girlfriend or something. "Nice to meet you too" I said to her. Her eyes darted to my stomach. "Wow. Your even pregnant. The last time I spoke with Damien he wasn't even dating anyone. I think some girl broke his heart or something" she said to me. I inched toward her. What does she know and who is she? "It seems to me that you know Damien a lot" I said to her with a side smile. "Of course I do. He doesn't like to talk about me but I'm his stepsister" she said and I would've choked on a drink if I had one in my hand.

"Oh, you did? You think you have me wrapped around your fingers?" "Think? Oh, honey, I don't think I know where I've got you, and that is the right place," I say, and he lets out a laugh. "She wanted to start immediately, which was strange, and she did not really want to take the money. I don't know who can do a thing like this, but my money is on Melissa," I say, and he looks at me. "Your stepsister? Do you think she would do something like this? I thought it'd be Maljore," he said, and I nodded.

Thanks to my stepsister, I was pregnant with the stranger's baby, but I finally decided to have them, and I have to say it was the wisest decision I ever made. I'm a designer, and I can happily raise my pups. I cherish what I have now. Her groom will undoubtedly be Jax; she has been fighting me for him since childhood. And to get him, she even conspired to make me lose my virginity. When I think about that night, I feel like there are a thousand needles in my heart. "I'm not coming to the Pack ever again." My answer was firm, and there was no persuasion after this. She scoffed, her voice cold, "I knew you would say this, but don't you want your mother's things?"

“What? Upset that you have not been able to taste from those pots? Well, I hate to tell you, but you missed your chance. I am marrying James today, and there is nothing that you can do to stop it.” “HE IS MY MATE!” “And he is my baby’s daddy!” “You are pregnant?” Stephanie gasped. Sheila smiled triumphantly. “Jealous? My pup is not going to be a half-breed like yours! My pup will be alpha of this pack!” “Bullsh&t! We both know that James would not touch you even if you came stamped and sterilized.”