Novel & Cerita Sinning With My Stepmother

I try, but he interrupts me. “You worthless girl!” he yells, taking steps towards me. I can practically feel the warmth of his anger. Behind him, my stepmother and step siblings are smiling. “I knew you couldn’t handle this! And now you’ve failed!” he continues to yell. “I thought for once you’d be good for something, but you’ve clearly proven me wrong.” “Not to mention that she’s been using her Silver blood to bully us,” my stepmother states then, causing my eyes to flash to her in confusion.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. I’m sure you’re one of Cain’s many ploys to distract me?” Mention of his name has a visible shudder rolling through her. “Sarah, tried her hardest,” the imposter mutters, mentioning my stepmother. “That boy has always looked like an angel, but even as a child, I could see he was the devil.” My eyes narrow at her. Cain and I are not far apart in ages. My father marking Sarah not long after my mother. I am pretty sure he had killed her mate to get her, too. Sympathy sparks in her eyes at the mention of my stepmother, the kind that happens when you’ve known someone personally. “It didn’t help that your father favored him beyond compare.” A spark of bitterness settle

My stepmother is crying now, broken sobs shaking her shoulders as she clutches the bedpost for support. "That girl is barely an adult, Luca!" my father roars, his face red with fury. "I trusted you with her, and this is what you do? You defile her?" "I didn't defile her," I snap, wiping blood from my lip. "I love her. And she loves me. I'd rather be with her than Wren." "Listen to yourself!" my stepmother sobs. "You'd rather be with your stepsister? She's half your age, Luca! Did you rape her? Groom her?"

His mother yelled at me, scorn dripping from her voice. My mother pressed me tightly to her. “Laraba, don’t do this…” my mother pleaded softly. “Don’t let these brothers grow up in hatred.” “You haven’t seen hate yet, Miriam.” My stepmother hissed. “You took my husband under the covers of the dark. Weaseled your way into our home with your bastard son. And you think there will be peace and love?” She closed the space between herself and my mother, her voice dropping lower. “Well, think again.”

The memories from the conversation with my stepmother began to flood back, and I felt myself slipping into that terrible moment again, replaying her words in my mind as they resurfaced in painful clarity. Flashback I recalled the way my stepmother had looked at me—her gaze predatory, filled with a cruel satisfaction that sent chills down my spine. She had smiled as if savoring a long-awaited victory, her voice a cold whisper. “You were lucky back then, you know?” she said, her tone almost playful. “Those three rogue wolves… they should’ve killed you. Imagine my disappointment when they failed and you somehow escaped to this pack.” The realization of her intent hit me hard. “The rogues… You s

That meant Sonia who happened to be my step mom never loved my father like she had claimed and had even cheated on him thereby birthing Amelia. Within the confines of my iron-barred cage, I shivered as the chill air seeped through the cracks, amplifying my pain and misery. My wounds from my step-sister throbbed, a constant reminder of the cruelty I had received. The memories of my stepmother's betrayal and the loss of my home haunted me every freaking moment. As I then laid huddled on the cold floor, listening to the taunts and jeers of Amelia, one voice echoed through the darkness, a venomous whisper that sent shivers down my spine. It was my stepmom, Sonia, the treacherous woman who had be

I didn’t finish again when another slap landed across my cheek, but this time it came from my stepmother. “You useless girl,” she snapped as she pushed me. She pushed me with so much force I knew she had used her wolf’s strength alongside it, but because of my weight, I didn’t fall the way she wanted me to. I only staggered, my feet struggling to hold me steady. “This was supposed to be Annabella’s position! But you just had to steal it through your evil means! How dare you steal what was meant for my daughter, Mabella? How dare you be a whore just like your mother was?”

he spat, his voice tinged with desperation. I smirked, relishing in the chaos I had stirred. "When did I ever mention that you poisoned Father?" I retorted, watching as realization dawned on everyone present. "Impossible! This can't be!" My stepmother repeated, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Mother, believe me, I didn't do_" Zeke began to protest, but before he could finish, his words were cut short by the resounding slap of my stepmother's hand across his cheek. "Pow!!" The sound echoed through the courtyard, sending a shiver of satisfaction down my spine. Zeke held his cheek, stunned by the betrayal, while I stood there, revelling at the moment.

Today had painfully proved that more than anything else. “No dinner for you this night. Yes, that’s your punishment. And there are a lot of dirty dishes in the sink waiting for you. Attend to them now before you even think of going upstairs. Get the hell out of my sight, you fat cunt!” I stared at the face of my stepmother, so much like Mara’s. Fantasies of how that cruel expression would twist into fear and hate as I stabbed her in her bed flooded my mind. I smiled, because if I didn’t I would cry. Then I walked past her to the kitchen.

I said "I'm afraid I can't do that," Cain said. Cain took a step closer to me, and I took a step back. "You are coming back with me," Cain said as he grabbed onto me. I kicked him where the sun didn't shine, causing him to growl at me. "You bitch," Cain growled, and he punched me in the face causing me to fall to the ground. "I am going to make you pay for that," Cain said "Enough." I looked up and saw the person who betrayed me the most, my stepmother Catherine, smiling at me.