Step Mother Novels & Stories

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

A beauty with brains, she slept through almost anything with a stick, got in fights as somehow she in this perfect body shape, eventually then she was isolated. I, on the other hand, simply didn't give a fuck about people sucking up to me. My stepmother, Sally is a decent Californian woman and childless so she poured her overflowing motherly affection on me. She made an effort to make me blend in, which I will always be grateful for.

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 Ava 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 was just feeling pity about his current situation a moment ago and now he’s the one feeling sad about me. “It’s fine. I’m not even complaining. Wednesday’s a good woman and I think dad’s happy with her.” I explained. I suddenly remembered my mom and I still miss her. “Who’s Wednesday?” Ambrose asked. “My stepmother.” “Oh, right.” “And she’s pregnant too, so I’m not going to be the only child anymore.” “Congratulations on that.”

I yelled. There was a long silence before a resounding laugh. “I do not care, Katie. Leave!” My eyes darted over every detail of him, and I swallowed the newly earned lump of saliva. But I do not move, and gradually, his head raises, his eyes meeting mine. “Don’t tell me you want a taste of me too? I guess I was right after all. Father’s money couldn't keep you, and now you want more. Tell me, Stepmom, how many men have you graced their bed just for cash?” I heard him say, causing me to scoff.

"I wanted to get you alone for a moment. I know I’m practically part of the family already, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. Formally." I blink, stunned. "My blessing?" "Yes," she says with a sincere, wide-eyed smile. "You’re the mistress of this house now. You’re Ethan’s stepmother. It’s important to me that you approve of our union. I want us to be more than just in-laws, Zora. I want us to be friends. The Reynolds wives... we have to stick together, don't we?" The guilt hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Here she is, offering me sisterhood and respect, while I spent the last hour trying not to climax in front of her.

As they were about to pass each other in the narrow staircase, Lysander halted. "Don't call me brother. You have no right to be my sister," he said coldly, not even bothering to look at her. Standing on the same step as her, his voice was chilling, as if it pierced through to the bone. Claire's long eyelashes quivered as she lowered her head even further. She knew that her stepfather's children had no warmth for her. After a brief exchange, Lysander went upstairs, while Claire remained on the stairs, motionless for a long time. She watched his tall and upright figure almost disappear from view before lifting her eyes.

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.’

But they didn't. I looked at the woman who had given me life and then left me to rot in the hands of men like Miller and all the other foster parents. "Well, you might have given birth to me," I whispered, my voice thick with a rage so cold it felt like ice, "but you know nothing about being a mother." I brought my fist down one last time, a heavy, final blow that silenced her laughter. "So you think it’s okay?" Lilian gasped, her eyes fluttering. "To steal your mother’s husband? To sleep with the man who was supposed to be your stepfather?"

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.