Step Mom Novels & Stories

I wish Jamilla was here so I could talk to her about this stuff, someday I'm going to have to trust her into helping to find my mom. I was playing a game on my phone when I heard a knock on the door, ugh, I think I had enough love for the day from Dad, pulling the door open I was met with my dear stepmom and she had a big enveloped in her hands, handed to me she say “ after reading these I hope you understand why you need to start showing us some respect in the house.” pushing the envelope in my hands, she gave me a once over look before walking away.

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

“Really? Thanks, Mom!” The word mom had always been a strange word for Caleb. He only knew that he had a mother, but he never knew how it felt to have one. That was until he met Bea. She was someone who reprimanded him out of care. She was the one who only saw him as a child, not as the JS Group’s grandson. She was the one who gave him the affection that he needed. And because of her, he was gaining the courage to open up to his father. “Mom, I also want hotdogs,” he requested trying to appeal more to her.

" Though they call her mum but the truth is she's actually their stepmom. Her stepmother was very different from others. The woman had broken her legs while trying to get them what to eat. She acts exactly like their mother, she never for once maltreated them. Their mother had died long ago which made their dad so lonely. Kaylee and Cassian had forced their father to remarry,they needed a mother in their lives and their father hadn't made a bad choice. They loved her from the beginning, till now. She cared for them so much and would sacrifice anything for them. Most people mistake her for their biological mum. they typically regard her as their Mum .'

“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.

Ciara Mendes Six months have passed, and I still find myself reminiscing about those words. As I absorb the scene before me, I reflect on my sister's remarks. Initially, Bridget opposed my decision, insisting that I would be throwing my life away; however, Dad was supportive, and surprisingly, so was Mom. Despite the time that has gone by, I still grapple with whether I made the right choice and if Bridget’s concerns were valid. Can I truly embrace the role of the good stepmom while the biological mother pursues a better life for herself and her the children in her life?

"Rhea, maybe you should set a better example, too." Rhea suddenly stood up. Her tone was calm, but a faint tremble was audible in her voice. "Carter, why do you treat me like a stepmother but expect me to act like a birth mother?" "Stepmother?" Arielle grew agitated. "Mom, who's the stepmother?" Rhea kept her eyes fixed on Carter. She didn't scream or raise her voice. She simply sounded confused. "Have I not done enough for you and the kids all these years?"

Melody asked. Cory pursed his lips when he noticed that he had overreacted. He shook his head slightly, “I have told her to stay clear of my dad, but she won’t listen. She's the last person I want as a stepmother.” He fumed. “You just called her a whore, do you know something?” Melody asked again. “Everyone at Flagstaff Port knows her, I don’t know why Dad would mingle with a slut like her,” Cory blabbered.

“I—I’m sorry, Grace. I swear, I didn’t mean to—” “Don’t touch me.” Mom snapped, voice cracking. “Let go of me.” I squeezed my eyes shut, praying it wasn’t real. “I shouldn’t have said that,” Dad murmured. “I know how much you’ve treated her like your own. Not just her stepmom…” Stepmom? That word stabbed deeper than anything else. I wanted to scream. To collapse. To throw something. But all I could do was stand there, shaking like a leaf, while the world I knew shattered around me.