Step Mom From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

"Come on. A nobody like her marrying Carter is already hitting the jackpot! She even got two amazing kids for free. Taking care of them is the least she should do. What right does she have to get upset and throw a fit?" "It's because she raised the kids as if they were her own! If it were your sister, do you think she could've done it?" Aiden asked. Peter scoffed. "If my sister ever dared to be a stepmother, I'd beat the hell…" He stopped himself mid-sentence. … Back at the Jamison residence, Rhea was just about to leave. But as she reached the foyer, her eyes landed on a phone left behind on the shoe rack, clearly forgotten by someone.

Instead, they tortured Wendy even more and recorded all sorts of videos to threaten her. "So that's how it is. You're her sister. I thought… I thought you two looked alike…" Howard understood the whole thing now. There was a menacing glint in his eyes as he glared at me. "So what? We still managed to assault you! You're nothing but a bitch that we tortured thoroughly!" He seemed to have given up entirely, and his face contorted in rage. He burst out laughing in a crazed manner. "Your sister is dead, but we're still alive! Even if we're imprisoned, we'll be out in a decade. When that time comes, I'll come after you again! You won't escape!"

"Controlled things don't leave. I learned that from my father. The irony is not lost on me." "What would it look like," Dr. Vivian says, carefully, "to trust that someone might stay? Without the control. Without the managed information. Just.. trust." I sit with the question for a long time. "I don't know," I say. "I've never tried it." She looks at me with the steady attention she has given me every Thursday for six weeks.

Like he was trying to prove something, digging the knife deeper into the old man's pride. My father forced a smile, gently patting Caleb's shoulder. "Good to see you." Then he turned to me. "Why don't you have a little chitchat with your m—" The rest died in his throat as Lucian growled low, a warning rumble that made the air thicken. "Stepmother, stepmother I mean," Father corrected quickly, his smile twitching. I looked around—everyone's eyes were on us, waiting for the drama. Refusing would play right into his trap, make me look petty. So I forced another smile and turned to Cordelia, who nodded eagerly, all beams and warmth.

he growls before slamming his hips against mine and emptying himself inside me. Then he leans over as me, panting as hard as I am. “Do you think the time has finally arrived?” he asks quietly. “Let’s hope so.” Stephanie POV I tried not to let the news of my father’s mind slipping upset me, but it’s impossible not to. My father is the only family I have left other than Will and Kayla. I don’t trust that Elena and Lysa are caring for him properly. After he told me, Will held me, pushing his calm into me. I opened myself to the bond, knowing that getting worked up isn’t good for me or Kayla, but I still wanted to try and reach out to my father.

“He- He is a very good man, right? He hasn’t perhaps mentioned anything about a plan to you, has he?“ he asked, looking deep into my eyes, as though searching for the truth in my eyes. Just then did I understand what Jake meant by not telling me about the plan because if there is something this man here can do is read me well and right now that he is looking at me so intensely, it wouldn’t long for him to find out. Thankfully, I know nothing. “A plan? He hasn’t mentioned any of that too me. D-do you not trust him?” I asked, really getting into my innocent and fool-like character. “Of course I do but you know one can never be too careful especially after what his father had done. You remember

I hesitated for a moment before deciding to go along with her in case she was in trouble. I pushed the door open and stepped in, darkness suddenly taking over my vision. Why the hell was it so dark in here? Before I could turn around, the door suddenly slammed shut and the lock turned as my eyes widened in realization. I had just walked into a trap. “Look who we have here…” I heard her say as my hands clenched into fists and she turned on the lights so that I could see her face. It was her, my stepmom. She had somehow gotten Ella's clothes and managed to trick me into getting into a room with her.

my father said, making me follow him down the familiar hallway leading to his office. VALERIE'S POV I watched as Stephano left the room with his father leaving me with this demon of a woman. I knew she didn't like me… "News flash, I hate you too!!" Well that's what I wanted to scream at her, but I knew I couldn't do that since she is Stephano's step mom and I have no plans on dying soon. "You trapped him, didn't you?" she says in disgust. "Of course not, unlike you I didn't need to trap him to marry someone like him" I say smugly.

He looked at Bea who was still carrying Caleb and realized that the two were so close, they really looked like mother and son. Callum covered his face and sighed. What was he thinking? He was trying to get close to Caleb because he did not want Caleb to have a stepmother! But the thought of someone like Bea being his stepmother was not a bad idea. It would have been better if it was her. He sighed once more. What was he thinking? Bea and Caleb went to the wave pool together. It was then that she realized that Callum was no longer following them. “Caleb, where’s your dad?” Bea asked the child who was currently enjoying himself at the shallow part of the pool.

"Explain more clearly what you mean by trapping him." Mom touched my hand, making my hand resting on my waist fall and swing towards her. "Set a trap to make him sleep with you, that way you will have a child together." I was dumbfounded that her thoughts were so simple or even absurd. I spent a long time with her and didn't do that to her even willingly, so now she's asking me to do it by forcing myself on her? What does she think I have masochism? What a brilliant idea! It's truly astounding. I can't believe Mom would think of something like that. My eyes looked at her unenthusiastically. "Seriously, Mom, isn't there another event?" I doubted it was the right thing to do.