Sinning With My Stepmother Novels & Stories

Mary's step mother was bitter than she used to be. The fact that her child was dead did not sit well with her and she was trying by all means to make things difficult for Mary. She always threw tentrums without any cause and that made Mary to feel like it was her fault that her step sister was dead. She felt like packing her bags and leave that hell of a house.

She looked at me with despair, and I saw tears shimmering in her eyes as she subtly shook her head. "No 'buts'! Don't make me punish you in front of your mother," my step-father said, giving me one of his disgustingly covetous glares that told me just how desperate his sinister intent had become. He was looking for any excuse to justify his sick and sinister desires he would “be forced” to inflict on me. Shortly after he made sure his message was received by both of us, he slammed the door as he left. "An excellent warrior?" I scoffed inwardly. During the last holiday when my step-sister came home, I overheard her conversation with a friend. Her academic performance at school wasn't good, an

“You wanted her to come between us. And now look at what’s happening.” “Is it too much to ask,” Father yelled, “for your sister to work alongside you?” “She isn’t my sister!” I shouted back. “She isn’t our blood! The company has been running perfectly with me. Why bring in a stranger?” “Oh, is that what you think of us?” my stepmother sobbed, her hand on her chest. “Strangers?” Tears streamed down her face. “I thought of you as my son. But you…” “You never thought of me as your son,” I shot back. “If you did, you wouldn’t be trying to steal what’s mine.”

I shook my head frantically, knowing what would happen if I didn’t dispute the accusation. “That’s a lie!” I cried, “He tried to force himself on me. He tried to rape me!” I think I saw the colorful stars dancing around in my vision before I felt the pain that swished through me. I grabbed my cheeks, trying to douse the hotness that came with my stepmother’s slap. “Are you trying to call my son a bad person?” My stepmother snarled, her eyes a fiery furnace. “But it’s true. He’s been trying to force himself on me ever since you—”

“It was an accident.” “Liar.” Tristan’s voice cut through the air. He was there, at the end of the corridor, eyes dark, jaw tight. He walked toward us with slow, precise steps, each movement loaded with silent threat. “Tristan…” Erika began, her voice trembling. “An accident?” He stopped in front of her, eyes fixed on hers. “You threw sparkling wine on my stepmother. On the mother of my brother. On the woman who is pregnant with my child.”

"How dare you steal such a valuable piece of jewelry from my husband's late wife?! You ignorant thing! Aren't you afraid of paying the price with your life?!" I coughed up blood. "T-This was left behind by my mom! Don't touch it!" Brenda did not believe me. She admired the sapphire greedily while gloating, "If your family really possessed such an inheritance, why would you still climb into my husband's bed? You're even making up stories about your mother being dead. What a disgrace for her to have a daughter like you. Your mother must have been a shameless woman too!" "Don't you dare insult my mother!"

he growled at her, reminding her of the pain I was in. “I’m not going to hurt my own daughter. Lavender knows that. I just want you to hear it from her,” she said dramatically, and of course, everyone turned to look at me. “Show them you’re better than everyone by forgiving your stepsister and stepfather—the man who gave you a roof over your head,” she kept rambling like she actually believed what she was saying. So I answered her—since she so badly wanted to hear something. In a calm yet determined voice, I said,

“Yes. I just want justice. I just want someone to finally believe me. I’ve been quiet for too long.” He nodded again. “We’ve heard you. Now we will hear the other side.” My stepmother laughed. She stepped forward slowly, shaking her head. “I can’t believe this,” she said, still laughing. “I really can’t.” The Alpha said, “You may speak now.” She pointed at me and smiled again. “Don’t believe her,” she said. “Please don’t. That girl? That girl is not who you think she is. She’s a demon in human flesh. Everywhere she goes, she causes pain. She lies. She brings shame.”

DAISY For once in my life, I am really, really dying to commit murder without regrets. My darling stepmother is still on the floor and now I am standing over her, my hands burning with the urge to wipe her out of the face of this earth. She has done so much against me and not just against me, but also against the people I love.

raised my head and nodded in affirmation, “You know ever since I lost Emilia it's not been easy for me, and after I left the orphanage, I came to my father's house to continue with another terrible experience,” He said, I gazed at him in pity and shock, “What do you mean?” I asked, sitting up in curiosity. “My step mother,” He said, shifting his gaze to the paintings behind his desk, hung on the wall. “She was a demon, her and my step sisters.” He said, anger slipped through his words, his expression read pain. “She dealt with you like the nuns?” I said, my heart melted, I felt his pain, uncontrollably, tears welled up in my eyes, He tore out the soft tissue paper and handed them over to me