Step Mom From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

"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.

“No I am not the one but I know it doesn't belong to you either so why will you be taking what is not yours? Don't you know that's stealing or have you now become a thief, huh?" Though I don't like her one bit, I can't deny that my step mom is very smart. Her smartness and corniness is the reason why she has been able to deceive and manipulate my father that she is the most wonderful wife and mother all these years without him having a clue of her true nature.

“She did this because she wants to sabotage our family.” Everyone is walking into the lobby. Joy strides towards me, and a shiver passes my spine. She looks furious. Dad grabs her by the arm. I try to process what dad said. It's likely just a rumor. Or… It could be true. I will never be sure unless someone investigates this case fairly. This woman, my so-called step mother, may have known that Nikkie had sent a man to kidnap me. That man’s rape threat still lingers in my head occasionally. I keep pushing it aside.

“Darling, are you crazy?!” “No… I am not, just hear me first, seriously!” I pleaded for him to hear me first. “She got probation after killing her stepfather, who was trying to r*pe her.” He is finally interested in hearing more of Poppy's story. “Her stepfather married her mother not long after we were separated at high school. She was happy for her mother, of course, but not long after, he begin to harass her…”

"You're stubborn, don't reject this, I want to leave almost all I own in your care." This feels like a trap, we never get along. "What about your other sons?" I asked, he didn't reply, just continue to stare at the window, the whole place so quiet before he said. "Come back home, my family needs to be complete." Later I went to meet my mom. She was arranging new flowers in the vase. "Mom, I'll be-" she rushed to me, "did you accept, don't be stubborn" she said, hitting my shoulders. "This is a trap right, your husband wants me dead."

Or just how he knew exactly how to unravel me? Dammit, Soraya. He is still your ex’s stepfather. Revenge. That is all this was supposed to be. His help. Nothing more. “Now tell me, little kitten.” He yanked my finger free. His voice turned rough. Snapping me back as his eyes bored into mine. “No!” I moaned without meaning to, my hand twitching as I tried to pull my finger back. He caught it before I could retreat fully, his grip firm but unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. I froze.

I scrolled down, even though I knew I shouldn’t, even though I knew exactly what I was going to find, and sure enough, they didn’t disappoint. “Wait… wasn’t she with the son first? This is messy 💀” “So the dad stole the girl and got her pregnant? Wild.” “Julian really lost everything huh 😂” “Imagine your ex becoming your stepmom… I’d disappear fr.” My hand tightened around the phone so hard it almost slipped from my grip.

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.

The last time we were physically this close was when she was five. It's weird, but there’s a sudden calm to it. Having her holding me this tight, sobbing as I stroke her back. My eyes slowly close shut, trying to avoid how the hundreds of medals on the wall catch the light. I don’t want to dwell on that. I shouldn’t remember how each medal or trophy is just another reminder of how my needs were ignored just so hers were met. “I hate men! I do!” She starts speaking again, but I just listen. It might not seem as big to me as it is to her, but I know she’ll be fine. It's just a boy. Paul Hogan, a nerdy short king she met at a spelling bee.

“What do you mean?” “I mean,” I said slowly, choosing my words carefully, “even if you prove you’re not the father, my mother won’t stop. She never does. She’ll find another lie... she’ll find another way in. She always comes back.” Scott’s thumbs rubbed small circles against my waist, grounding me. “She won’t come back. Not this time, Sabrina.” I looked up at him. “You can’t promise that.” “I can,” he said firmly. “And I will.”