Step Mom Loves Me Novels & Stories

he is smiling by looking at me but suddenly what happened to niha aunt she shouted on me what it means she acted infront of my mom that she loves me but not in real it really hurted me how can she do that if she don't like me she should say it before only acting like she loves me infront of my mom in reality she hates me its really hurting me a lot but dad coaxed me and taken me to his room we both watched tv and slept together in the night mom might be busy so she didn't called dad I need to take care of dad untill mom comes back my dad is the best dad in the whole world he cares about me a lot at the sametime bring a girlfriend to me dad you know na iam single it's too boring to be single

Emily widened her eyes and nodded vigorously. "Keith, I love your daddy, and I love you and Owen. I want us to be a family. But your daddy never wants to look at me... I'm really afraid that he will marry another woman, afraid that you'll have a stepmother who will mistreat you and treat you poorly... I'm also afraid that the stepmother will treat you too well and make you forget about your biological mother..." These were Emily's sincere words, tears streaming down her face, filled with sorrow.

“Yeah, that. Can't believe I'd have a tiny sibling at my age and it's your fault.” I pouted. “Sorry boss.” “Shut up,” he scoffed. “You're not sorry.” “I'm really not.” Then his face turned serious as he searched my eyes. “It's kind of weird having my age mate as my step mom, but you're very good for papà and I hope he's very good to you.” That made me smile. “He is. He loves me.” “And you love him.” I nodded. “With all my heart.” “As long as you're both happy, ‘stepmother,’” he teased as I swatted his arm playfully.

Him standing in a kitchen doorway telling me he does not have the right to feel what he is feeling and feeling it anyway and choosing to say so out loud instead of weaponizing it or swallowing it or building a wall out of it. He said he was afraid. He did not have to say that. Nothing in the contract required it. Nothing in the architecture of Richie Moore, billionaire, required it. He chose to say it because he is trying.. genuinely, imperfectly, with the specific ungainliness of someone learning a new way to be in a room.. to be something different than what he was. I love him. Not despite everything. Not in spite of the contract and the withholding and the fifteen years and the leather ch

Sarah smiled, the moment he pulled out from her. “You love it, don't you?” “I'm your step mom.” Donald smirked, “I'm your step son. Tell me you love it.” She smiled, her eyes hazy. “Answer gotten. Let's keep doing this, it feels so good.” “What about your dad?” “He doesn't need to know.” “We're good. You're good.” She laughed.

Mia questioned, and Hazel nodded; she knows Mia’s stepbrother was the owner of Apex. “My dad always took care of me and my mum, but he never exchanged words with my mum; he was crazily in love with his wife…my stepmum,” Mia explained. “It’s been more than twenty years, and my dad still loves my stepmom more than everything. He never for once got attracted to my mum, even when my mum tried to snatch him from his wife.” Hazel was so engrossed in the story because she felt this was happening to her, and she was the stepmom in the story.

"Are you serious? He was the one twirling me around like a doll, and you didn’t do anything to stop him. Now you’re worried about his leg?" Simeon smirked at me from behind Mom, clearly enjoying Mom's favoritism. "That’s because Mom loves me more. I told you, didn’t I?" he said smugly. Mom rolled her eyes, shaking her head at his antics. She walked over to me, cupped my face in her hands, and kissed my forehead. "Don’t listen to him. You’re my precious gift," she said softly. "The very blessing I was given when I thought life had turned against me. I’m proud of you, Sheila."

I didn't want to be an audience to their tear-jerking mother-daughter bond. "I don't—" Before I could finish, Mom’s voice blasted through the phone. "Serena, if Tara hadn’t insisted that a family should stay whole, do you really think I’d want a troublemaker like you back? "You’ve always been so stubborn. If it weren’t for you, your brother…Look come by or not, I don’t care either way.” Then she hung up. I stared at the black screen, my hand tightening around my medical report. I suddenly felt grateful for my illness.

I was really horny and craved for him badly,so I had to change my shorts twice. By evening, my Mom had another one of her fancy dinners downstairs. I didn't want to go, but she gave me that look, the one that said I was being difficult again,so I had to put on a simple black dress that hugged my body a little and went down. My stepdad was there, of course,looking too good in a dark button-up, sleeves rolled up, talking to some important people like he owned the whole damn world. Which he kind of did,every time our eyes met across the room, heat pooled low in my belly,I drank more than I should have champagne,wine, then something stronger that burned going down.