Step Mother Novels & Stories

“You wanted her to come between us. And now look at what’s happening.” “Is it too much to ask,” Father yelled, “for your sister to work alongside you?” “She isn’t my sister!” I shouted back. “She isn’t our blood! The company has been running perfectly with me. Why bring in a stranger?” “Oh, is that what you think of us?” my stepmother sobbed, her hand on her chest. “Strangers?” Tears streamed down her face. “I thought of you as my son. But you…” “You never thought of me as your son,” I shot back. “If you did, you wouldn’t be trying to steal what’s mine.”

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.

She then smiled shyly and left. Her gesture caught me off guard, filling me with a surge of excitement. It was a clear sign—she cared for me just as deeply as I cared for her. Perhaps dating her was the best decision; it would bring me closer to my children. For the first time in what felt like forever, the prospect of peace and happiness seemed within reach. ******* "How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son!" Stephanie, my stepmother, roared immediately as I stepped into the mansion. The mansion is just a five-minute drive from mine; it's a larger and grander version of mine.

“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.”

I suspected they were in the picture even while my mom was alive, given that my stepsister was a year younger. Life had turned into a nightmare since the arrival of my stepmother and stepsister. Initially excited about having a stepsibling, I found myself ignored and mistreated by Stephanie. Both Linda, my stepmother, and Stephanie joined forces to taunt and insult me, making college preparations agonizingly slow. Chores piled up, and my complaints to my father only worsened the situation. Richard, my father, not only showed disgust but also accused me of causing my mother's death.

Damn The funny thing about my stepmother was that she was pretty young, at least too young for my father. She was a brunette with the perfect slim figure and assets, it made sense since Sarah wasn't her actual daughter…she was adopted by her. Which makes them not even blood related. Her blue eyes were alluring though I still kept away. “Where are you going, dressed like that?” My sentence forms before I even comprehend it.

I didn’t want to believe anything he said, either, but if I had to choose between believing one or the other, I would choose him in a heartbeat. “Mommy?” Thea suddenly called, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she came down in her pajamas. “I’m hungry. Can we have pancakes?” She stopped when she saw my stepmother. “Hello there,” my stepmother said, her voice softening as she looked at Thea. I moved to stand between them. “Thea, this is…” I hesitated. What was she to my daughter? Technically a step-grandmother, but that implied a relationship that simply didn’t exist. “This is nobody. She was just leaving.”

She said with a smile, “I think it needs someone exactly like the two of you.” “This is too much,” Milo said as he laughed for a minute. “I feel like I am in a dream.” “Well, my son, you are not in a dream.” She said. “I know this may be a truly unusual thing to have to deal with, but from the moment I knew of you, I thought of you as one of my brood. You may call me Missy or mom if you wish. Maybe one day, you can work up to that. I am your stepmother, but I wanted you here to get to know all of us from the day you were born.”

Stepsister said this while enraged. "Oh shut up, he is also your father." stepmother scolded her. "Oh yes, he is not my own father, but he is my stepfather. I still tell you that he loves his dearest daughter more than me. " Stepsister said, folding her hands around her arms. "Shut up! He loves you too, but one thing is right: Samantha is his real daughter, so you have to try to stay close to your father and turn his love on you." stepmother said.

Although she is not my biological mother, she embraced me as her own after my real mother tragically died in a car accident. My memories of that day are hazy, having lost many of them in the aftermath of the crash. I was just thirteen at the time, and a year later, my father remarried a woman who is fifteen years younger than him and ten years older than me. Despite the unusual dynamics of our family, my stepmother treated me like her own child, showering me with parental care even after she had her own children with my dad. In appreciation for the love and support she provided when I needed a mother the most, I have always tried to be a good son to her, as her eldest son.