Step Mother Novels & Stories

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.

And by the way… you can call me mom from now on, my dear. ''Really?'' I focused my cold gaze to her with a raised brow, the corner of my mouth curved into a smirk. ‘‘Are you sure, mommy?’’ ‘‘Of course, sweetheart!’’ she said, hurrying forward and grabbed my hand. ‘‘We are family, Celestine... Although I’m your stepmother, I can treat you like my own daughter just like how I am treating your sister…’’ What's her drama this time? I couldn't help but chuckle as I wrenched my hand away from her grip. ‘‘I apologize, but I don’t need another mother. I only have one mother and her name is Sandra…’’

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.

Keith deliberately provoked him. “Why wouldn’t I?” Stephen shoved past him and walked straight in. A commanding aura surrounded Stephen as he strode into the living room. With calm resolve, he addressed the room, “Mr. and Mrs. River, and everyone here—there’s something important I need to say today.” As his voice fell, all eyes turned toward him, puzzled. Just as he was about to reveal his relationship with Stellar, she suddenly darted forward, threw her arms around his arm, and beamed with excitement. “Stephen, I found my birth mother!”

Standing right in front of my father's penthouse door, her keycard hovering near the sensor. It was none other than Lexi, my father's little wife, my fucking stepmother. The thought unsettled me. How can my ex girlfriend be my stepmother? It just doesn't make sense in any way, because what the actual hell? Time seemed to slow down as I stared at her face. My chest tightened as if my lungs had forgotten how to work. I hadn’t seen her in months—not since the wedding, not since she became his, since she became my father's little whore, my fucking stepmother. The thought unsettled me. How can my ex girlfriend become my stepmother out of the blue?

She just would have never thought it would be in this manner. Her eyes dropped to the table, to the neatly arranged plates of food she no longer had any appetite for. Then she looked back up at him, confusion bleeding into something angry. “You—” Her voice cracked. She was doing her very hardest to keep herself composed. Finding out her lover—supposed stepfather—had a son whom he had never thought relevant to inform her about was more than heartbreaking; it was betrayal at its highest! “You should’ve told me. Don’t you think?”

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

I didn't know fantasizing about my stepfather would get me caught by him someday until the day he walked in on me doing……..

Roxy shrieked, sheer disgust and panic twisting her features. She threw all her weight into a brutal shove, catching me off guard. I stumbled backward a step, and she bolted past me, rushing out of the room and slamming the door in her wake. I let out a slow, heavy breath. What did I expect? Wasn’t this exact reaction what I wanted? Then why did a bitter, hollow ache twist in my chest? After all, on paper, I was just her stepfather. But a dark, vicious voice in my mind whispered a different question: If it had been Evander standing here instead, would she have looked at him with that same horror?

Watching through the crack in the doorway, all I felt was cold indifference. A few days later, Lukas tried approaching me in the hallway to talk. I was sunbathing in the yard when he stopped in front of me. "Cecilia." I didn't look up. "I've thought about it for a long time. You're still the one I love most." Only then did I lift my gaze. "Lukas, I'm your mother now. You're crossing the line," I said calmly. He suddenly crouched down so we were at eye level.