Step Mother Novels & Stories

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

I have spent two months pretending these men do not exist. Two months of taking the long way around the kitchen. Two months of eating in my room with the door cracked just enough that I can hear if someone is coming. Two months of keeping my eyes on the floor whenever Grant’s voice carries down the hall, low and certain, the kind of voice that makes my stomach drop and my thighs press together before my brain can catch up. Grant Hale. Forty-something. My mother’s new husband. My stepfather.

“There must be something wrong with you.” “It’s not as wonderful as it sounds,” Stephanie replied looking down. “On my twentieth birthday, after a long and painful illness, my mother died. A few months later, my father informed me that he decided to get married again. His second wife had been his mistress for years. She wanted to become a Collins at all costs. This woman had a son, from another man, someone she knew before she met my father. So, I’ve found myself living under the same roof with a stepmother and an older step-brother. Everything went pretty well, until one night when he... he entered my room and…”

My sister hated her on sight and so did my mother. ‘You’re really close to your family, aren’t you?’ she asked. His eyes met hers across the table. ‘When you’ve been through the sort of stuff we’ve been through as a family you either pull together or pull apart. We were lucky enough to pull together. My stepfather is a great man who has been a fabulous father figure to me, even though no one could ever really replace my real father. I have enormous respect for Jack as it’s the hardest job in the world to love someone else’s kid.’

Mom: Louis needs space for his gear Me: what have I got with this? Mom: I just want to warn you and .. Me: do what you want mum, his equipment put it where you want I don't care I'm getting out of there again, he's pumping my air out. I have to go and cool off a bit Louis A few hours later, my wife decided to store my materials in her late husband's studio. Carla: I don't understand Ashley's behavior anymore Me: a teenager, when a stepfather comes into the life of a child that's how it goes

Theo stared at his father. Damn! This woman isn't his real mother but a step-mother. Oh heavens! "You are ignoring me because I am your step-mother right? You ungrateful wench! I breastfeed you when your mother was on her sick bed. Ignored my crying infant who was your age because I wanted to satisfy you." His step-mother rants continously.

Emily widened her eyes and nodded vigorously. "Keith, I love your daddy, and I love you and Owen. I want us to be a family. But your daddy never wants to look at me... I'm really afraid that he will marry another woman, afraid that you'll have a stepmother who will mistreat you and treat you poorly... I'm also afraid that the stepmother will treat you too well and make you forget about your biological mother..." These were Emily's sincere words, tears streaming down her face, filled with sorrow.

That feeling will go away once Mom moves in with my sister. "Hey." I slap the arm of the couch he’s on and that seems enough to bring him back to the present. His eyes find mine and he gives me a small smile that looks almost forced. "Hey. Did she answer?" "Yeah. Um– don’t think she wants to talk to me." I bite the inside of my left cheek as I settle on the second couch, and he nods. "That’s expected. Give her time. It’s not every day your stepfather divorces your mom and you’re moving out the next second. I’m sure she’s pretty shaken."

“I have tried to show him I could be his mom if he would just give me the chance, but he refuses and rebels against everything that I do for him.” “You're not his mom,” I pointed out, discomfort pooling inside my stomach as I stared at her, lost for words. She is here trying to be a mom to a boy that she doesn't want her around him or his father, but she left her infant, her blood child, behind years ago. “I know I am not, but I could still love him like I was,” she replied. “You are his stepmother. Try remembering that when dealing with him. Let him realize you won't ever replace his mother. Maybe that would be a start,” I shrugged.