Stepdaughter Novels & Stories

“You left out, Dakota.” Her mother spat out. “No, I didn’t,” Bailey said as she looked at the woman she had thought of as a second mother most of her life. She was now her step-mother and the mother of the man she was involved with. This was really starting to hurt her brain, and her stomach was still upset from the thought that all weekend she had been having sex with her brother. She knew that he wasn’t her brother but her step-brother. To her, it was nearly the same. “Dakota is the only one who deserves better than the lot of you.”

Delilah gazed at Stephen, her eyes filled with curiosity. Delilah: "Why don't I know about your stepbrother?" Stephen sighed, reminiscing. Stephen: "He was a few years older than me, and when he left, you were hardly a year old, I guess." Delilah: "But why did he leave? Why did your father treat him as the maid's son then?" Stephen's expression shifted, revealing the complexity of the family history.

"Thank you for making an effort to attend my graduation." Her stepmother just nodded. She was over a decade younger than her father, approaching his sixties at forty-eight. In addition to spending time with their biological father, she and her brother Jerry also had a mysterious stepbrother from their mother's first marriage that she had never met and about whom no one wanted to talk. She was away when his elusive brother visited, Jerry told her. "Esme, what did I tell you?" her father said, looking at the woman beside him. "My daughter will receive the distinction, and I was right."

“But what if you meet someone else? Someone who isn’t your step-sister… Someone who’s… I don’t know… better for you?” I felt my heart clench at her words. How could she ever think that anyone else could be better for me? Nicole was everything I wanted—everything I needed. I reached over and took her hand, threading our fingers together as I drove with my other hand. “No one else could ever be better for me,” I said softly, squeezing her hand. “Nicole, you’re it for me. I don’t care what anyone says about us being step-siblings. That doesn’t change how I feel about you. I’m not interested in anyone else, and I never will be. You’re the only one I want.”

“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.

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 smirked and she stared at me with shock written over her face. “How did you know all that?” “Remember you said it the other day? So yeah, I know” I replied, sitting on the couch as she stood in front of me. “Good that you've know. And deliberately speaking, I'm carrying Aldrich's baby and we're both going to be reunited soon. You can't keep staying with him. I studied you and found out you're even his stepsister. How shameless of you” She spat at my face and my heart bled.

" Leaving the house, I let the cool evening air wash over me. My feet carried me aimlessly, my mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Before I realized it, I found myself standing outside the old house at the Midnight pack. My mind could not help but wander to those beautiful days I spent here with my parents, now step parents. I learnt so many things here ànd experienced the best childhood here. It's such a shame that the people who lived here were no longer the same. They changed, I changed, everything changed. The door creaked open, revealing my stepmother. Her eyes narrowed upon seeing me. "Mia," she spat, venom dripping from her tone. "What are you doing here?" "I... I … " I stammered,no

“Ace barely cared about anything his father did. They have the strangest relationship, cause despite their obvious distance from each other’s lives, you can tell they love each other very much. They just have a hard time showing it.” I smiled. “So, why haven’t I been introduced to Ace?” “He left a few minutes before you arrived. Probably went to hang out with his friends. I don’t know.” “But it’s late already. When is he coming back?” “Ace tends to spend a lot of time at his friend’s place. They’re like brothers. He might come back late in the night, or not today at all. But hopefully, you’ll see him tomorrow.” I smiled, but mostly to myself. My heart was filled with mixed feelings of joy an

The words rushed out of her mouth. “A step-brother who came to life through your father's trauma, and what's more painful is that you have to claim that same step-brother's son as yours to be able to get your hand on your fortune, and to be able to continue your parents' dream.” She paused. “Please, be patient with him. It's…it's not easy for both of you. I know, but don't take all that he might have said to you in your heart” Mrs. Pat begged, you could see the reflection of pain in her eyes.