Step Mom Novels & Stories

“... And that resulted in her killing all the prostitutes. I came here to check if she’s good or not.” My mom’s face turned into a tomato red shade, whether it was because of the anger or humiliation that she had to face because of me. She must be feeling that whatever etiquette she had taught me was nothing but just bluff and I never took it seriously. Her face was like she had stopped breathing.

A beauty with brains, she slept through almost anything with a stick, got in fights as somehow she in this perfect body shape, eventually then she was isolated. I, on the other hand, simply didn't give a fuck about people sucking up to me. My stepmother, Sally is a decent Californian woman and childless so she poured her overflowing motherly affection on me. She made an effort to make me blend in, which I will always be grateful for.

Or perhaps I simply have a problem. But I love mom. More than just a child's affection for his parents. Although we are not blood relatives, I treated her as if she were my biological mother, and she treated me as if I were her own son. This has been the case since my father left us to be with his third wife. That's correct. My stepmother, Marianne, was Dad's second wife. I called her mom because she has looked after me since I was a child. But to tell the truth, my thoughts and feelings toward her couldn't be compared... They weren't, to say the least, close to what a son should - or ought - to feel.

“Meet Steve, your stepdad.” “Stepdad,” I echoed the word sounding sour on my tongue. Impossible. “I know, I know. I didn’t tell you anything about it, but we wanted to keep it quiet,” she said with a smile. “You can help yourself, Carmen. This is your home as much as it’s mine. I’ll go make sure everything is set for you.” Steve kissed Mom on the cheek and walked away. “Stepdad?” I frowned at my mom. “It has to be a joke, a really expensive one. Literally. I can’t believe—”

He wordlessly grabbed Claire's arm, beginning to drag her away. "Hey—what are you doing? Let go of me!" After being forcibly taken a few steps, Claire finally thought to resist. What on earth is Lorneauxs doing? Emma, staring at the sudden appearance of the guy, was dumbfounded, looking at the tall and powerful Lorneauxs. Her mind was almost short-circuited. So handsome. She recognized him from financial news—Lorneauxs, the CEO of the Hayward Group. Also the son of her friend's stepfather.

she shouted. "Point of correction, you are Penelope Brown, my father's wife. Have you ever loved my father?" I asked but all I got was silence. " I have always known that you got married to him because of his money. I know people like you, that's why you've always been imposing Chloe on me. You are nothing but my stepmother, you can never replace my mother. I have tried all these years to give you the respect as my father's wife, but here you are calling yourself my mom? Look at you, are you fit to be my mom? You ain't my mom, but a stepmom. I'm just making things clear to you. You would always remain my stepmother, that's who you are. If you say one more bad word against Emily, I wouldn't

“If that’s so, you can add her to the register and proclaim my wife as the hair to D&D.” Her stepmother jumped up, ignoring her father’s look to remain calm. “Never. It’s not going to ever happen. I told you, Stan. She is just like her mother; a snake. She is trying to take over the company and that’s why she is pretending to want to know more about her mother.”

' ‘Please tell Edmund, his personal assistant, that I want to see him,’ I said to Dad. ‘I will do that,’ Dad said and excused himself. ‘I noticed that you don't know what to call me. You can call me mum,’ my stepmom said smiling at me. I could see unshed tears in her eyes. ‘Are you crying mum?’ I asked and that broke the dam. She broke down in tears. ‘Someone almost took you from me again today. I wish I could get my hands on them and make a scapegoat out of them,’ she said, looking angry.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

I whispered and open the messages. “What!” I didn't know when I excavated it. My breath was shallow and the chest tightened. I drew the phone closer again. I had to go to my laptop and open my mails. Plenty of messages, I just have to start from one. I saw another shocking picture. “This can't be!” Is she trying to bring dad down? For what? What will she gain? Dad's enemy. “The Millers” My stepmom is having meetings at different spots with them. For almost thirty years she has been my dad's wife, why now? What got into her?