Step Mom Book Novels & Stories

Too many pieces that only Drake would know unless someone fed them to him. And the only person close enough to do that? “…Yes, I made sure. He won’t stop until—” I froze halfway up the stairs. My stepmother’s voice, low and sharp, drifting out of the study. My pulse spiked. I crept closer, each step creaking like it was screaming at me to stop. But I couldn’t stop. Not when I heard her next words. “Drake, listen to me—Cameron is stubborn, but we can break him. You just have to trust me. Yes. I’ll handle it.”

Courtney blinked. “Wait—yes… as in… yes, she’s really your stepmom?” Ace rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. She is.” Courtney’s jaw dropped with pure astonishment before her surprise melted into excitement. “That is SO cool!” she exclaimed. I froze. Cool? She thought this was cool.

Stepdad frowned at Mother. "Why did you soften your heart and bring her here? We're discussing serious matters here. Why is she interrupting?" Phoebe thought Mother would defend her. To her shock, Mother only sighed. "If it weren't for fear of gossip, I never would've acknowledged her. Honestly, children raised in the countryside always turn out sharp-tongued and ungrateful." That night, Phoebe smashed countless things in her rage. Our stepdad refused to tolerate her any longer. In the end, it was Grandpa—braving the heavy rain on his rickety tricycle—who came to take her back.

Daniel: It’s the second day of our family holiday and I am loving every second of it. I’m so grateful that Alice had this idea. I can’t remember the last time I had a break, and I can already feel the weight being lifted off my shoulders. I’ve asked Alice if I can borrow Joshua for a few hours. I’d like to spend some one-on-one time with him, so he gets the chance to know me better. I think out of all the children he’s struggled the most with the mess his dad has caused. I want him to know that I’m not trying to step into his dad’s shoes or replace him but I’m here for him anytime he needs me.

I nodded to myself, mentally confirming my plans, and adjusted my robe one more time before heading out to the pack grounds, where the occasion was set to take place. I arrived at the pack grounds and noticed that everywhere had been adorned with glass crystals and roses hung around giving the whole place an exquisite view. I looked around and noticed that the old hag my stepfather was already seated with the council elders. His hair was coiffed back and his face looked more wrinkled and haggard with the bushy smelly beard that covered his face. His cheekbones were saggy and his eyes were sinking into his skull, devoid of life and love. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand as I w

The day felt endless, and all she wanted was a shower and her bed. "My little brother says you only married Dad because Victoria's our sister, but that you don't actually love us," Gabriel explained. "Is that true, Nathan?" The older boy scowled and ignored her, climbing into bed. His brother followed. Realizing she wasn't going to get anything more out of him, she kissed Gabriel goodnight, and when she tried to do the same to Nathan, he dodged it. Being a stepmom was definitely not going to be easy. Diana left the room, ready to shower, change into something to sleep in, and finally lie down.

I'm an outcast. I couldn't tell if Olivia is a bad or good stepmom for me. She never treat me bad anyway, neither treat me any good. It's more like I never exist at all. And Dad, I could tell he is happy with his new family. His two stepsons are his dream come true.

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

I couldn’t fucking stand her. My stepmom—let’s call her the bitch who ruined everything—was the hottest woman I’d ever seen, and I hated her for it. Those massive, heavy tits that strained against every tight top she wore, that fat ass that jiggled when she walked, those full lips always painted red like she was begging to suck cock. She knew exactly what she was doing, parading around the house like a whore in heat, and now Dad was gone on his stupid week-long trip. Just me and her. Stuck. Alone.

Stephen was a son at 28. Two sexual potents. Two intellectuals. Two lost. Ripped from their own blood ties. I'm on a trip, back to my home. The semester has come to an end and now we need some time with our families to renew our energies. I'm going to pick up one more book to read, because the journey is long. But I'm reading it slowly because I've been getting sick reading on moving transport. I'll stop here. ** There are a few kilometers to go before reaching the house where my father and stepmother are living. Well, they moved again.