Step Mother Novels & Stories

I of all people knew how happy she was when I had fights with my father. It further helped her to push my step-sister towards my father, to make him like her more. " No, it's not okay! This girl disrespected you by going to visit that whore she calls a mother. I wonder why she is not dead yet! I should throw you out of my house since you have refused to listen to me" he said again. My stepmother was rubbing his arms now and she turned to look at me with fake anger in her eyes. " You know you should not make your father shout this much! Why can't you be like your sister? She is getting married tomorrow into the Dwayne Family and she has helped your father sign numerous contracts with her marr

Elena wasn’t prepared for the phone call that came late one Sunday evening. Her mother’s voice, usually steady and reassuring, trembled as she explained the situation. “It’s your stepfather,” her mother said, her words rushed and uneven. “He collapsed. We’re at the hospital now. Can you come?” Elena’s heart dropped. Though she still felt like an outsider in her mother’s newly blended family, she cared for her stepfather, Robert, who had always treated her with kindness and respect. Without hesitation, she grabbed her coat and rushed to the hospital.

She had the most beautiful and largest smile on her face, I could hear the little giggles that escaped her lips right now. I looked up from my phone when my step mother walked in. She wore a traditional black dress with a white fur jacket. I could feel her eyes burning into my skull. I knew she didn't exactly like me at this point. I honestly don't understand what I did wrong. I didn't know if it's because she doesn't trust me or because I’m dating Jane. I think I have proved myself worthy of her. "You don't deserve her." She said, I looked up from my phone in confusion.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

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.

I looked at her, shocked. “Darling, you are only 21. How are you supposed to stay alone in there?” she said. “Mom, I’m 21. Not a kid who can’t live alone,” I tried to justify. “She just cares about you,” my stepdad said. What in the world was this guy? He has no problem taking his wife’s previous marriage's grown daughter into his house? “I will think about it. But for now, I want to go to my house,” I said.

he starts before having me cut him off. "What?! Daughter?! No! Jack can't have another step-sister, it's not going to happen. Jack is mine, my stepbrother and I'm not fucking sharing him with someone!" I yell, growing upset. "Technically, he's not you're stepbrother anymore." My mother says, chiming in as she places a hand on my shoulder. My blood begins to boil and I swear it took everything in me not to hit her. I don't care if he's not my stepbrother because I'm not sharing him with anyone, ever again.

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.

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.

But it was far from the simple, innocent connection I wanted it to be. He was my mate. The father of my unborn pup. But Alpha Lucien, my stepfather, the man who had claimed me as his own, had just seen us. The kiss. The undeniable spark between Kael and me. A shiver ran through every corner of my body, but it wasn’t from the chill in the air. It was the weight of what that moment meant. “Go to your apartment,” Kael’s voice was low, rough with urgency, as he stepped back from me.