Sinning With My Stepmother Novels & Stories

“And you’ve been crying. What happened?” He smoothed the hair away from my face and I leaned my cheek into his palm. “It’s been a crappy day since you left.” “Then I guess I won’t leave you this time,” he replied. My heart fluttered and I looked up. His blue eyes were warm and dark. They reminded me of the ocean on a calm summer night. “My stepmother is a horrible person,” I blurted out. “She’s vindictive and is going to ruin everything.” “Is she why you are upset?” he asked. There was a protective growl in his voice.

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

Fuckin rogue! I had lust for so many women, and I knew what lust felt like, but what I had with Joan was way more than sex; why couldn’t she see that? Everything sucked, and I hated that it did, but I couldn’t do anything about it either way because she was my stepmother, and I shouldn’t be fucking her in the first place.

I turned around and saw Cain standing behind me with a cold expression on his face. "What exactly were you trying to do to your mother? "Someone, take him to the basement."

I knew who was at the door before I pulled it open, and I wasn’t sure if I was surprised to find my stepmother beside him. She aimed for attack the minute I stepped through the doorway, her claws out, and she looked ready to wound me as she yelled profanities in my face. “You fucking bastard, a freaking error of nature, you tried to kill my son. My precious son, how dare you?” She roared. “How do you not have one sense of humanity inside you? You attacked your brother, you evil monster.” I closed the door behind me to keep her screams from filtering in and waking my mate. My gaze flickered to my father as she tried to get closer to me, and I watched as he placed his hand on her shoulder, try

she sobs and pretends to blow her nose as a man I don’t recognize helps her stay balanced. Her acting can lead her a hollyood deal. But because people believe anything they hear, they erupt in whispers and gasps, the weight of judgment pressing down on me. Anger and frustration well up inside, but I refuse to let her false claims turn tables against me. My anger builds up. As if killing my father isn’t enough. I won't let her have an advantage over me ever again. Summoning all the strength within me, I step forward to face my stepmother.

I can feel her: the thrill of her mischief, the way she lingers near Jason’s shadow just to feel the echo of us. But she’s not coming back yet. She is not willing to yet. And if I leave without recalling her… There will be two Arias. And there will be problems because the world was not built to hold two of me. The knock comes again,softer this time, but laced with venom. I didn’t answer as usual. The door swung open anyway. My stepmother stood in the doorway, silk robe draped over her shoulders, lips painted red, eyes sharp with contempt. She refused to come inside. She just leaned against the frame like she owned the air in my lungs.

Maybe my fate was to get him after the child was born. I knew there was no way Alpha Hadin would hear about having an heir and not come back for the both of us. “I hope, I just hope,” I said to myself I was snapped out of my little thoughts by a sharp pain in my hair. That was my stepmother trying to pull me by my hair “You slot”, she screamed, dragging my face up to make sure I was looking directly into her eye “Argh” I shrieked “I knew you would always turn out this way, with the way you are worthless, just like your dead mother”

I could see the insatiable hunger in his eyes, and a flicker of jealousy twisted inside me that I wasn't the one to relieve it. Would he go find someone else for that? I thought, my nose flaring in anger as I slapped his hands off my breasts, even as my body ached to be ravaged again. “Don't be rude. I'm still your stepmother… and we need to—” I rambled, already knowing how ridiculous I sounded. How did I still have the audacity to say that when I had just been fucked by my stepson, almost risking getting caught by Romano? I didn't think anyone could sink lower than this.

And I made sure they knew how much of a monster they had made me. Years ago, my stepmother and I argued over something I hardly remember. She followed me up the stairs to my room. She yelled, cursed, and wished for my death. To my horror, she accidentally slipped and tumbled down the staircase, resulting in her miscarriage. They convicted me of ten years in prison after that horrible incident. My father didn’t even give me a chance to plead my case. It was too late when I found out it was all planned so my stepmother could get rid of me and make her firstborn the sole heir of the Pack.