Novelas y relatos de Stepfather

He lay on the ground, rolling around and crying his heart out. "Everyone else has them! I'm the only one who doesn't! You don't love me at all, Gary! You're a terrible stepfather!" The word "stepfather" hit Dad where it hurt. Dad's face instantly turned red, and the anxiety of maintaining his "good stepfather" reputation flared up again. Esther wiped away tears and remarked, "Oh, what a poor boy. If his real father was still here..." Dad suddenly stood up. He looked at Patrick on the floor, then at the report card on the table.

She had not been forgettable. He just wished she had been. The house was completely silent. She lay still and listened. And then she heard footsteps in the hallway — slow, measured. They stopped outside her door. The silence had a specific texture — the kind that happened when someone was standing very still on the other side of a door. Not knocking. Not leaving. She did not breathe. The footsteps stood there for a long moment — long enough to be deliberate. Then they moved on. She exhaled. Closed her eyes. Tomorrow he would be her stepfather. And she would be absolutely fine.

​"So you found out, huh? Well, it's good you did. I'm your father; it's your right to provide what I need for me. Now, I just need a little sum of five hundred dollars, just for tonight. I'll be back for tomorrow night, and the night after that—" ​"You've really lost it if you think for one second that I will give you half a dollar bill. You're so selfish and vain, and that's why you used my mother's medical bills for gambling that never pays." He stepped forward, his aura turning cold and dangerous. "Now, listen to me, Mr. Stepfather," he said, placing his hand on his stepfather's shoulder, causing the old man to shudder slight

“The young master. His name is Evander.” “Evander?” I nodded quickly. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about that cheating bastard.” Anna rolled her eyes. “Your ex-boyfriend?” “How did you know?” “It’s written all over your face.” She groaned. “Please tell me you’re not still hung up on him.” “No, it’s not that. My stepfather’s son is named Evander.” “Oh, don’t make me laugh. That broke, cheating bastard? Same name, that’s all.”

He stares at me. He falls to the ground and starts laughing, "Family Camping! what a joke! Do you have any idea who that man "Hunter" is?" I growl at him, "I do not give a fuck who you think he is, that man is my stepfather so, if you are going talk smack about him, keep your thoughts to yourself and away from me!" I growl and shockingly the man kneels down as if I have somehow commanded him.

He first sprayed an air freshener and arranged a chair to be a small table that he would have brought closer to the monoblock chair I was sitting on. "Would you like some tea or juice?" he asked as he seemed to be good at entertaining people. "Don't bother." It came in front of me and sat on a pallet opposite me. “I am Engineer Spencer Falcon in case your deceased father did not introduce me to you.” "Correction, he is my stepfather." I really don't want him to be mistaken for my real father. I will never accept him as a father. He's an animal! “Yes. Stepfather. Before he died, he had already paid for this construction in full,”

Mr Robison roared, Thera was surprised to see her father like this, he had never shouted at her or anyone close to her before “ father” Thera spoke, she wanted to continue but Stephan stopped her “I am not just playing with her, I love your daughter and I want to spend the rest of my life with her, I know she is young and I will have to wait a few years, but it is worth the wait, I I know for a fact that we can be together if not the moon goddess would not pair us together, your daughter is my mate” Stephan said this in all sincerity causing Thera to smile with butterfly’s in her stomach, Mr Robison was shocked when he heard that Stephan and his daughter were mate

Taking my arms under his, he lifted me from the bed and said, "Last time I'll shower you too." In his arms, he takes me to my bathroom and bathes me. We both showered and a few minutes later, he came out. He helped in change the bed cover then he dressed me up. All of this, I was surprised at myself. I think I have just started going crazy just by looking at my stepdad. In the bed, where I lay I muttered, "Don't come any closer Aiden. Let's pretend nothing happened this tonight, I feel so... this is my mom's love, my mother loves you."

"What would your pretty little meal ticket think seeing you like this?" With superhuman restraint I released his throat, fisting my hands behind my back to resist tearing his lying face off. "She knows exactly what I am," I ground out. "And has accepted it, darkness and all." My voice dropped to a lethal hiss. "But clearly the same cannot be said for you. What drives a man to brutalize helpless women and children so?" The stepfather's arrogant sneer didn't waver. "Someone had to take that girl in hand. Her no-good father coddled her too much before the cancer took him. All that art and music nonsense, filling her head with useless dreams instead of respecting

The way he looked at my lips, down to my partially exposed cleavage. I cringed as his gaze roamed over me, full of lust. In that moment, I knew I despised him. And the fact that he was now my stepfather only amplified my hatred. Calling him "dad" after my mother's constant insistence always felt strange. He was not my biological father, nor was he related to my mother. He was a stranger, a forbidden fruit, someone I shouldn't be attracted to or think of in such inappropriate ways. Stephane was dangerous, a man I should stay away from. Spending three months at home with him, now that he's married to my mother, screams danger. But for some reason, I can't seem t