Sinning With My Stepmother Novels & Stories

I screamed, my voice cracking My stepmother didn't hesitate, she stepped forward and slapped me again. "And now you're trying to blame your sister for your own disgusting behavior? Typical." My father looked at me with pure disgust, as if I were something he’d stepped on in the street. "Enough. I'm done with you. As of this moment, you are no longer a part of the Sinclair family. You are disowned. Pack what's left of your pride and stay out of our lives." He turned and stormed out. My stepmother followed, huffing about the "scandal."

As he saw my expression, his suspicion were confirmed too that they were lying. “Your father even confirmed it.” I seethed, my jaw clenching so hard I could hear the grinding of my teeth. They had painting me as a cowardly thief who ran away from her own family and had protected their golden reputation while ensuring that the only person who ever cared for me would think I had abandoned him without a word. My stepmother’s cruel, smiling face flashed in my mind, and the urge to rip her throat out with my bare teeth became an intoxicating, physical demand that I couldn't refuse any longer. I'll kill every single one of them.

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.

This was the price of my existence in the Silvermoon Pack. "It was punishment, Alpha," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Punishment?" he repeated. "Punishment for what? What kind of mistake requires lashing like this? And who did it?" His eyes stared intently at me, as if trying to forcibly extract an answer from my mind. "My stepmother and stepsister did it," I said. Alpha Dexter growled. "They sent trash here?”

“It's normal. The same way I hate my stepmother is the same way I hate my step sister too. They are bitches.” “You have a step sister?” “Of course, I do.” She answered through gritted teeth. Even though she hadn't said anything, I could feel the anger and hatred radiating off her. “My father was a cheat. He cheated on my mother with my step mother and the rest was history. My poor mother, who was hurt from her mate's betrayal, took her life. And I was forced to stay with my stepmother. She was a total bitch. She made my life a living hell.” She rushed out breathlessly.

she spits at me, her voice shrill. “Me?” My voice wavers, equal parts fury and despair. “Do you think I could actually defeat a Beta?” I press a hand over the mark, feeling its steady thrum beneath my palm, protective and unyielding. “It’s because of the mark. Can’t you see? It isn’t mine to control.” "You little slut, who have you been spreading your legs for this time?" My stepmother steps closer, lips curling as her eyes sweep over the golden light. For once, her mask slips. Raw envy flickers there, ugly and green, before she schools her features again.

I let my sentence trail off. “Fucking? Yeah, I do.” I’d wondered the same, so it’s nice to know I’m not the only one. “See, it’s weird.” “Oh, it’s weird, but they’re after something, and it’s more than Brock wanting you. I’m sure that added fuel to the fire of resentment your stepmother has for you.” “I don’t have anything she wants,” I point out. Besides that, my stepmother is beautiful. “You might think that, but that doesn’t make it true.”

“Or maybe it’s the sins of her past life catching up to her! Because the goddess loves all wolves equally, apart from sinners.” These rumors only irritated my step mother more, as she stepped beside my father, saying; “I'm starting to wonder if she’s even your daughter! Or is she the proof of your late wife’s infidelity, as the characterless slut that she was. You never accept it, whenever I say this, but even you can see what she has done to you!

As they were about to pass each other in the narrow staircase, Lysander halted. "Don't call me brother. You have no right to be my sister," he said coldly, not even bothering to look at her. Standing on the same step as her, his voice was chilling, as if it pierced through to the bone. Claire's long eyelashes quivered as she lowered her head even further. She knew that her stepfather's children had no warmth for her. After a brief exchange, Lysander went upstairs, while Claire remained on the stairs, motionless for a long time. She watched his tall and upright figure almost disappear from view before lifting her eyes.

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 my stepmother, I have two stepsisters who are also very cruel to me most of the time. I hate the way th