Step Mom Stories Novels & Stories

I told her. He looked at them and they quickly shook their head. Mom is their stepmother which is supposed to be a problem for them. Most stepsons usually disrespect their stepmothers but against the respect her like a mother since she has been with them for so long. Of course she also forgot me in the process because she got better children that she never asked for.

her stepmom pleaded. "No, please don't apologize mum, come inside!" She ushered them in happily. She was glad that she hadn't lost her family as she thought earlier. Her step parents came into her little room and her stepmom sat on the bed, while her step dad sat on the plastic chair in her room. "Look who has become a big boy," her stepmom played with Aidan, softly pinching his chubby cheeks, then she turned back to Crystal. "Listen Crystal, it's no secret that we don't have much, but we want to assist you in every way we can, that's why we have decided to loan you some money from our business," her step mother said.

My grandpa, Victor, the former Alpha of Ever Moon Pack, slowly rose from his seat and walked to us, patting me on my back. “Glad you are home,” he said in a hoarse voice. My father Barnie didn’t stand up, but he was smiling warmly at me. Sitting by his side was a beautiful woman in her early thirties and she was the only one in this room who had absolutely no smile on her face. My eyes met with her, and a shiver was sent down my spine. That was my stepmother, Connie. My mom died when I was a baby and my dad remarried when I was 8 years old. Growing up I had heard many fairy tales about vicious stepmother, so I was terrified about being murdered by my dad’s new wife.

It was clear she wasn’t someone easy to deal with. She bowed her head and tried to explain, tone gentle: “Father, he’s not usually like this. He must’ve been provoked today.” The old master wasn’t interested in her excuses. Amanda could tell he was reaching the end of his patience. She unlocked her phone and played the video for everyone to see. “Hey, blind freak! Was the mud I fed you tasty?” “Heh heh, my dad says your dad’s gonna die soon. Great-grandpa found you a stepmom—stepmoms are the worst. You’re gonna die soon too. Then the entire Schmidt family will belong to my dad…”

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes locked onto the PA's face, eager to hear the rest of the story. The PA's expression turned somber, his eyes clouding over as he delved into the past. "That time, your stepmother was your mother's PA," he began, his voice low and measured. "We never knew she had fallen in love with your dad. So, she went to tell your mother's ex about how your dad used to care for her."

I was boiling with anger. "Alex Hammond, mind your words!" "Did I hit the nail on the mark? Are you getting all worked up because you're embarrassed?" Alex stared at me disdainfully. "It's been 20 years since my mom passed away, yet my dad's never considered remarriage. These stunts that you're pulling won't be enough to help you become my stepmother." Shermaine covered her mouth and exclaimed in shock. "You should calm down a little, Mr. Hammond. There's no way our company's top sales lady would ever harbor such impure intentions toward Mr. Hammond Senior.

The mansion looked unreal in photos marble floors, glass walls, the kind of staircase that makes you want to descend dramatically in a silk robe even if you’re going to grab cereal. “Your stepdad’s in Chicago, right?” she’d asked, eyebrows lifting. “Yeah. Corporate takeover or whatever rich-people villain shit he does.” “And your mom?” “Charity gala all weekend.” She stared at me for a long second. Then she grinned. “So the house is empty.” That was it.

Nivia replied. “Madeline read to us some old fairy tales, and all of them had an evil stepmom.” Percival clarified. “Well, those are just stories. I mean, if you think about them, there’s no way they’re real. They’re just meant to warn you. They tell you to stay on the path, listen to your mother, and not take candy from strangers. But I think there are more stepparents that are good than there are those that are evil.” “You are not evil,” Adelaide stated.

"We warned you." "I'm sorry," Sarah whispered, tears starting to form in her eyes. "We just needed money. We didn't know what else to do." "Didn't know what else to do?" I repeated incredulously. "You could have gotten jobs. You could have asked for help honestly, instead of lying about medical emergencies. You could have treated me like a human being instead of a piggy bank to be broken when you needed cash." "You should go to hell," my stepmom spat at me viciously. "You're the one who has money to waste while we're struggling. You think you're so much better than us now, don't you?"

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.