Step Mother Novels & Stories

“You're not here for grandfather's memorial service, are you?” He laughed, changing his demeanor into a playful one. “It was just a simple question, bro. Don't take it that far. Of course I'm here for my grandfather's memorial service.” He walked towards the door. “I'll be staying here in the villa until I return. Is that okay with you?” “Of course it is. You are my brother after all.” I replied. My gaze did not leave him till he exited. “Sly fox!” I cursed. Stephen has changed a lot. He is my younger cousin, but is regarded as an illegitimate son of the family. His mother, who is my dad's younger sister, had him out of wedlock.

“Your new stepmother.” Stepmother. I was twenty-one. She couldn’t have been more than thirty-two. Barely eleven years between us. My chest burned with something close to resentment but laced with a wicked curiosity I couldn’t admit to myself. That night at dinner, I learned she grew up in Texas, worked as a fitness trainer for wealthy housewives, and met Dad when he joined her yoga class in Scottsdale. My dad had been alone for years after Mom died of cancer. I should have been happy for him. But every time her lips wrapped around the edge of her wine glass, I imagined them wrapping around something else.

My stepmother exclaimed as she pulled my chin up. I rose on my feet and pushed her away. “Get your hands off me!” “Don't dare lay your filthy hands on my mother, so-called CEO! We shall see who the real CEO is today!” “Yes!” My stepmother admitted. “Meet Mr Stephen, your father's lawyer and he's here to read his Will,” she added.

“A sugarbaby website?” I repeated slowly. “Why?” “I don’t know! I was angry. Growing up, I had an amazing father. Mom’s first husband was an amazing man. He loved me like I was his own, but I always knew that he wasn’t my biological father. He wasn’t nasty about it, but he had always known that while my mother loved him, she wasn’t in love with him, but that was okay, because he felt the same way. They both knew that while his first wife and my father were who they really wanted to be with. His first wife had passed away in an accident, and even though there was no hope that he would ever be with her again, we all knew that if my father ever came back into the picture, my stepfather would ha

Because my father saw me, I approached him. "You visited for, how long?" He asked. "Maybe forever," I said, and he grinned faintly. "I want to know my stepmother, can it be as good as my mother." "You don't need mom, but you need it—" His talk suddenly stopped when he looked at the stairs; a beautiful woman, brown-haired, bumpy, and very elegant, walking towards us with a wide smile. Was she my stepmother? "You want to know my wife, this is Beatrice, you can call her Mom"

, almost at the sitting room, Good morning dad l greeted giving him a warm hug, you looking beautiful this morning,guess you had a goodnight,he said beaming with smile,l turned to my stepmom greeted her faking a smile,so daughter we all here to welcome you back home, sitting over there is your stepbrother drake and his girlfriend sophie,we locked eyes,wow l never knew l have a beautiful damsel as a stepsister,nice to meet you sister he stood up and smiled giving me a handshake,he such a pretender l smirked, hello sister nice to meet you too she said giving me a smile which felt more like a mind game, l looked away pretending l didn't notice anything she did, dad apologized for not letting me

Mom was no stranger to betrayal and heartbreak, because when she finally found Hunter's father after looking for him, after having me, she was chased away by Hunter's mother and called all kinds of names, even though that bastard of a man had never told her he was engaged when they met. I called him Hunter's father because he had never been my father. My stepfather has been my father since I was three months old. Hunter's father was present when his fiancée humiliated my mother in a foreign country, but he never intervened. He allowed his fiancée to call security on Mom, a woman with a baby on a stormy day.

She moved toward the stairs gracefully, leaving both Christian and Rose momentarily speechless. As soon as she was gone, I let out a slow breath and turned toward my father. “Maybe if you treated her well, she wouldn’t need to be making appointments with a doctor at all.” Christian’s eyes narrowed. “Hunter, you shouldn’t concern yourself with the affairs of my wife. That’s not your business.” I leaned back in my chair, matching his glare. “It is my business. She’s my stepmother, after all, and I care if she’s being walked over or treated poorly. Wouldn't want you to treat her like you did my mother."

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.

“If you don’t mind. I’m still jet-lagged from the long flight. I want to retire early.” Ilya nods. “Thank you. Tell the chef the food is delicious.” I stand up and walk away. Maybe that’s what it feels like for a stepmother to have a brat stepdaughter. Stepmothers are always the villain in the stepdaughter’s story. They’re less appreciated, less complimented. No one knows their struggles or what they have to sacrifice to be part of unwelcoming members of the family. I walk to the patio where Ilya showed me earlier.