Step Mom Loves Me Novels & Stories

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.

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.

he stated with a laugh of contentment. “I’m Sharon, MRS Serena” Sharon introduced herself in a sarcastic but sassy tone which only I understood, and most definitely Serena who will soon be made uncomfortable by Sharon cause I know what she is capable of doing. “Introduce yourself to your stepmom don” my dad urged me. Heaven knows I’m not ranting or doing anything crazy cause the new bride was never an option to be married to my father. Serena was the least I was expecting and because of that, I’ve lost my voice at this table.

My dad told me he was also a late grower. Only got his growth spurt when he was 16. My stepmom’s face changes when she sees my reaction and grabs my neck, cutting off my air supply. “Stop looking at me like that, with the same face as your goddamn father. You will love me, right? You can love me in his place? You need to love me.” She looks crazy. I grab her hand, trying to get myself free but she is too strong. By tiny hands are nothing in comparison to her stronger ones.

My step-dad The slap I received was giving me so much that I lost my mind. Is that what you call a mother? Mom: stop pretending to be a saint, do you understand? You disappoint me Ashley Me: do you think I'm capable of doing this kind of thing? Mom: Ashley do you see the video? Look at you begging him Me: Didn't you tell yourself it's the effect of a product? What am I going to do with louis? Is that my type?

The profile of his face was perfect, as if he was a carving of some kind of god. And he was just as cold. He didn’t even look at me as I marched over and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. “These will kill you,” I complained. “It’s time to quit.” Levi paused. “Hold on.” He pressed the phone to his chest and when he looked at me, his eyes were cold. “Oh now you care about your step-father?” he sneered. I reeled, taken aback. “After you cut ties with me, after all these years, why bother pretending now?”

I pause for a moment to reflect on her words before I reply, "But you know what? No matter how old I get, I'll always be your little girl, right?" "Of course," She says, her grin widening as she wraps her arms around me, enveloping me in a warm embrace. At that moment, I feel a sense of comfort and security, knowing that her love will always be there for me. My mom and I have this special bond that can't be broken. I wasn't like other kids, never ashamed of my parents. My mom was my role model, my best friend, my sister—she was my everything. I looked up to her and wanted to be just like her.

He loved putting things in his mouth yet somehow he never gets truly sick. "Do not worry honey, she'll be here soon," my stepmum replied. I considered her more of a mum than my actual mother, but I still loved my biological mum. "She was supposed to be here an hour ago," my dad entered the living room. "Ever since I met her she has been consistetnly late," "Stop talking," mum smiled but her tone was the same one she used when she wants me to stop throwing a tantrum and clean my room. My dad was blind so he could only hear the tone of her voice. I think the smile is just for me and the baby who was babbling nonstop.

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

“I think she's going to be my second mommy.” Second mommy… Bradley was not going to like that. His eyes widened, an emotion I was sure was a blend of anger and slight self control slipped onto his lips. “Is that so?” He asked, his voice lightened. She nodded. “I don't know yet but I think so.” Goodness, I glanced at Ethan again, dumbfounded but he blinked this time, staring down a his innocent daughter who couldn't seem to hold in her thoughts. “That's beautiful.” Bradley said again, his voice was shallow and like he was in pain. He grabbed the bottle of water by his side for a sip. He chunked the water a little too fast, his attention drifted to me, our eyes locked together for moments.