Step Mom From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.

For three agonizing years, my mother struggled with kidney failure. Finally, after all the waiting and the constant dialysis, she was next in line for a transplant. Hope seemed so close. But then, my husband, Zachary Levi, an esteemed nephrology professor, did the unforgivable. He surreptitiously gave his lover's mother the kidney that was intended for my mother. He said almost dismissively, "Ella's mother couldn't wait any longer. Your mother's been on dialysis for so long, she's not going to die anytime soon." Later, my mother passed away. I called Zachary one final time. Yet, it was a woman who answered. "Margaret, right? Zachary's in the shower. Is there something you need?" I stared at my mother's smile on the gravestone, and an overwhelming emptiness spread through me. "It's nothing. Just wanted to talk about the divorce."

Two broken souls, each marked by a tortured past, are drawn together by fate. Just as they begin to grasp the strange connection between them, they learn that their parents are engaged—a revelation that sends chills through their veins. But the nightmare doesn’t end there. As long-hidden secrets creep from the shadows, the demons of their pasts return, more terrifying than ever. Old wounds fester, threatening to consume them both. In the face of haunting truths, will they be torn apart by hatred, or will a twisted bond of love emerge from the darkness? The truth will haunt you.

When 18-year-old Sienna's dad remarries, she ends up living with 19-year-old Jaxon; her new stepbrother. He's broody, quiet, and always seems one step ahead. They clash right away, turning every little thing into a battle. But as tension builds, their rivalry starts to blur into something else. Something neither of them expected or are supposed to feel. And once that line is crossed... there's no going back.

Revenge: the only dish best served with a side of sass and a sprinkle of humour. ~ a soul with a dark and miserable past~ ~ a wolfless reborn in hell ~ ~ ️a mate entwined in a bloody burning vengeance thirst️️~ ~ an irresistible kickass heroine~ Ever wonder how vengeance feels like? ‍ She was betrayed and killed by her loved ones, because of her inability and tagged as a cursed one. They killed her innocence! She burned in misery and pain, but right now........ THE SHOW IS HERS!! But is that really it? In her journey of vengeance, she discovered something very peculiar and queer. Though, it was unknown if that peculiarity will revive her light and quench the darkness in her? It was uncertain if (one) can change the misdeeds of hundreds.... ... ~~~~ Alpha Zayn yanked Anita close to him and rubbed her bare back, as his eyes layered with a billion shade of lust. " Do you know what I can do to you?" The hoarseness in his voice chilled Anita's ears, and his warm breath fanned her cheek gently. Anita curled her lips naughtily and pressed a hand on Alpha's Zayn shoulder, allowing a bit of her cleavage to come into view.. " What can you do to me?" She whispered seductively, with a calm attractive face. " L**k my cl**t? F**k my a*s? Suck my p**ks?" But that was a guise. Deep in her, she was dying to rip out Alpha Zayn's heart, feed it to the beast, smash his head brutally, and peel his skin off from his body! Alpha Zayn lowered his lusty eyes at Anita, before licking his bottom lip. " You look like you have a bad plan for me." Anita's eyes contracted, immediately moving her hand to Alpha Zayn's sh**ft. " Do I?"

I was locked in a fridge for 40 days while the uncensored photos of me spread like wildfire across the internet. In the face of the salacious rumors about me, my mother reacted by reposting them. Then, she turned to warn my sister, "Look at how disgusting the entertainment industry is. Don't join it, alright? Stay home and inherit your sister's assets instead. My dearest daughter must be innocent and pure, unlike her." She forgot. She forgot I only joined this 'disgusting' industry to pay for her cancer treatment.

Caleb Larson used to be the most insignificant member among my subordinates. That was, until he blocked a stab meant for me. That blade was 0.4 inches away from plunging right into his heart. After that, I insisted on marrying Caleb regardless of my family's objections. Since then, everyone thinks that I, the spoiled and wilful heiress to a gang, have gotten married out of love. Two years later, however, a woman seeks me out. "Are you Quinn Stewart?" she asks. She waves the gold bracelet that has the initials "CS" engraved on it. "Cal no longer loves you. He tells me that he feels nauseous whenever he sees your face. You'd better pack up and leave the Stewart family if you still have any sense left in you." I blow the steam away from my coffee cup. Not even the woman's pained screams are capable of making me frown in the slightest. But when Caleb personally rushes over and demands to know why I've chosen to beat Selene up to the point her face gets disfigured, my expression changes instantly. "Everything is over between us, Caleb!"

“Are you sure you want to do this?” A soft murmur reached Sierra’s ears as she closed her eyes. “Is there another way?” “You’ve already heard what the doctor said about Callie’s condition, right? There’s no other way, Sierra.” Axton lifted his head from the crook of Sierra’s neck. “So, let’s get this done now and give me the money according to our deal,” Sierra said confidently while giving him a long kiss. *** Sierra signed an agreement to become a surrogate mother for her best friend, Callie, who couldn’t get pregnant by herself due to lupus. As part of the arrangement, Sierra would receive compensation, which she planned to use to pay off the debt left by her bastard father. Unfortunately, after they finalized the agreement, Callie was declared unable to produce eggs for fertilization. In the end, the only solution rested with Sierra. Callie asked her best friend to sleep with her husband so they could have a child together, a baby that would be raised as Axton and Callie’s own. Having no other choice, she slept with her boss, who also happened to be her best friend’s husband, and eventually became pregnant with his child. However, tragedy struck when Callie fell seriously ill during Sierra’s seventh month of pregnancy and passed away. So, what happens next? What will happen to Sierra and the baby she is pregnant with? What if there are many hidden truths between them? What if Sierra and Axton had a connection in the past before Axton married Callie? What if Axton and Callie’s relationship was built on a web of lies that Callie kept hidden? As secrets from their pasts begin to unravel, how will Sierra and Axton face the future?

Ivana Blake never imagined that marrying into one of the wealthiest families in New York would feel like a sentence instead of salvation. Her new husband, Ethan D’Amelio, is charming in public but distant behind closed doors, quickly swept away by his corporate empire. Left alone in the cavernous D’Amelio estate, Ivana finds herself watched, haunted—not by ghosts, but by a man far more dangerous: Christopher D’Amelio. Her husband’s stepfather. Cold. Ruthless. Beautiful in a way that burns. He is the man no one dares challenge. The man she should avoid at all costs. But when glances turn into confessions, and silence turns into touches, Ivana begins to unravel a dangerous obsession neither of them can resist. What begins as curiosity turns into a tangled web of passion, betrayal, and secrets that threaten to destroy them both. As the walls close in and her marriage crumbles, Ivana must choose between the safety of a lie—or the fire of a love that should never exist. This is not a love story. It’s a descent into desire, power, and the darkest corners of the human heart.

“Touch your toes for me, my sweet girl.” “You're supposed to be off-limits," I breathed. "And yet—" he tilted my chin up, "—you keep finding reasons to be alone with me.” One night. One stranger. One catastrophic secret. Madison Greymond has spent years being the good daughter, careful, loyal, invisible. So when she lets herself have one reckless night with a dangerously attractive stranger, she tells herself it means nothing. Until her mother slides a diamond ring onto her finger and introduces the man she's going to marry. Derek Salvador. The man whose hands Madison still dreams about. The man who looked at her like she was the only thing worth having and apparently decided her mother was the better bet. Now he's sitting at their dinner table. Sleeping down the hall. Watching Madison with dark eyes, while she's supposed to smile and forget. She knows it's wrong. She knows what's at stake. But desire doesn't care about right and wrong and Derek has never pretended to play by the rules. The closer he gets, the harder Madison fights. The harder she fights, the more she wants to surrender. Her mother's happiness. Her own sanity. A secret that grows more dangerous with every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every moment alone where the line between forbidden and inevitable gets harder to find. Someone always finds out. The only question is….how long can a secret survive when two people can barely resist each other?