Stepdad Punish 소설 & 이야기

“Don’t you think Cathy’s punishment is too harsh? Maybe reduce it to a week or two?” My stepbrother takes a bite from his dinner, then drops his fork on the plate. He clasps his hands on the table and levels Dad with a look that might have gotten me into trouble if I did the same. “Would you appreciate it if someone told you how to do your job?” Too low. Too fucking low. Dad raises his hands in surrender and my heart dips to my stomach. Dani doesn’t look up from her food and the sinking realisation hits me. I am alone in this. “Thank you, Pete. And no, it is not too harsh.” Stepbrother dearest cuts me a side glance. “If she’s willing to disrespect her teacher and her mates, she should be wil

“You’ve done worse things, haven’t you? You’ve beaten, robbed, and killed for far less. All I did was try to take back what’s mine. That bitch thought she had the world under her feet. Well, guess what? She doesn’t. Not me. Not us.” “Shut your filthy mouth!” he roars, grabbing me by the hair and yanking me upright. “You reckless fool! Do you have any idea how close you came to destroying everything I built with my blood? If not for my decades of power and reputation, you’d still be rotting in that filthy cell, eating dirt like the worthless brat you’ve proven yourself to be.” “But Dad—” “Enough! From this day onward, you’re grounded for a year.” “What?”

"First you burn the sauce. Then your father had to punish you for your carelessness. And now you're screaming like a banshee in the middle of the night? Are you insane?" I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came. "Are you too big for your father to punish you?" she continued, her eyes narrowing. "Is that it? You think just because you're eighteen now, you can do whatever you want?" My stepfather watched in silence. His expression was unreadable. Cold. Detached. Like he'd never kneeled before me. Like he'd never called me his good girl. I couldn't breathe. I turned and ran. To the garden

"So this is how it's going to be now huh? You want to turn me into a monster? When did you become so stubborn? You know i'd never hurt you. Why do you keep pushing me?" "I'm sorry, please let go of me. It hurts." After a couple of seconds,he finally released my arm. I slumped to the ground, the tears freely flowing on my face. My dad had never raised his hand on me, not even when I went behind his back to contact my mother after she left us. The only time he had ever punished me was when he locked me in my room for two hours and took my phone. Now it's barely a month after he slipped into coma and I've being ignored, insulted and now manhandled. I sound spoiled, but that's besides the point.

“Your dad. He—” “I know, I know. I never wanted you to meet him. My dad is . . . different.” There’s that word again, Jeff thought. “Different?” he said, wrapping his arm around his ribs for support. “Psychotic is more like it.” “He’s very stern,” Aarav said, watching the house. “Is that right?” Even in extreme pain, Jeff couldn’t keep amusement from his voice. “Grounding your kid for a month when he’s out past curfew . . . that’s stern. What your dad just did is assault.”

dad shouts standing up; breathing heavily as they stare at each other. "Why should I; he's nothing more than a damn slut!" she hollers back. "First he traps Luke in a relationship by adopting that toddler and then he became pregnant and Luke dies! Then he becomes close with the boys but Vance more-so and now he's moved onto another unknowing man!" Slap! My brothers and I are shocked yet I'm secretly happy that dad just slapped mom across the face; not that physical violence is acceptable but in this instance, it is needed.

Stephen looked at the table, which had become completely smashed, and then at his son's raging eyes in amazement "I'm the alpha here! No one here will raise their voice at me," he shouted and advanced, beating his chest. His father roughed it up, making him take several steps back, with a shocked expression His mother breathed angrily, "Don't raise your voice at me." She was silent when Zain raised his bloody hand, never taking his eyes off Stephen. “From today, no one will dare raise his voice to me, no matter who he is.. and whoever is arrogant with me will be severely punished, and my dear father, I will not allow you to interfere with my work again.”

"Did your stepmother and brother give you the cold shoulder?" "Does Grandpa treat you well?" Theodore held her tightly, as though afraid she might turn into a butterfly and fly away. He recalled his first day back home: after retorting to his stepmother during dinner, she deliberately complained to his father. Without asking for the truth, his father slammed his bowl on the ground and ordered him to kneel as punishment. He knew they were sending him a message—a warning that he was merely an outsider in the Sanchez family. That night, he endured it.

"Crazy! He can do it! He can make you disappear from his life but you're the only one who doesn't agree because you need his money to survive!" I feel like time has fast forwarded. I just saw Kalvis holding his cheek. I gave him a hard and crunchy slap on his cheek. "Accept that slap as a result of your being absurd while talking to you future step mother, son. Just think about it. I'm giving you a disciplinary action related to the wrong you did. Isn't that what parents do when their children are committing mistakes?" "How dare you!"

I still couldn't believe they survived here. “Son?” “I'm not here to waste time.” I said as I moved my leg as Mom tried to touch me, “Speak now or I'll have Stephen take your fingernails for wasting my time.” “You won't do that to your mother?” Dad sounded shocked. “You are the one who taught me how to punish crime, so trust me, I will if I have to. Now start talking. What do you know about Jack?”