Stepmom Belongs To Me Novels & Stories

Not standing beside Kelan pretending to be his perfect Luna, but plotting with Valor to take everything for ourselves. "I'm sure he'll her number tonight," I mentioned casually. "Finally stopped calling her every five minutes." "About time," Valor muttered. "His obsession with that girl was getting pathetic." "She's my step-sister you know," I revealed quietly. Valor's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Step-sister? You never mentioned that before." I set the glass down and walked to the window, looking out at the pack grounds below. "Her father was with my mother once," I explained. "Before he met Melissa's mother. My mother got pregnant but he denied it and moved on. Built a whole life with Melis

“But one of the new staff members was in the east wing. We need to be more careful.” I pushed him back slightly, breathing hard. “Or we could just tell them. Rip the bandaid off.” Liam’s expression darkened and he stood up, pacing. “You don’t get it, Alex. This merger could make or break the company. Dad is old-school and finding out his heir is fucking his stepbrother? It’d be nuclear. I’m not ready to lose everything yet.” “Everything including me?” I shot back, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

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.

"I'm not rich or pretty, and I don't play football professionally. I come from nothing, Noah! Your mother married my dad because he is good-looking, but I took after my mother. I'm chubby and introverted, and I will NEVER be good enough for your mother. Even if we weren't step-siblings, she would still hate me!" Noah pauses, and I see some of his sanity return to him, but it's already too late. What we had is now beyond repair. The second he chose not to believe in me was when we were over. "I can call the doctor and ask them again, maybe offer them more money than my mother if what you're saying is true." "Yes, but it won't change anything," I tell him. His eyes widen. "What do you mean?"

"You and Temi have become quite mischievous lately haven't you? I'd report you to aunty Iyabo. Leave my room! "I scold them both. Threatening to report them to their late mother's big sister. The same one they live with. "Sorry daddy." They apologize and exit my room. I exhale as my mind runs back to Esther. I'm inlove with her! With my best friends sister!

The air was already awky, recklessly, I didn’t want to know more. “Thanks,” “No need to thank me, I don’t exactly have a choice. You’re my responsibility until your mom and my dad show up.” I winced at the mention of my mom and dad. I had to remember that this man was my stepbrother, a sibling. I didn’t respond to his statement. Instead a I shoved pancakes in my mouth. Mason’s eyes stayed on me till I finished my meal. He watched me like a mother hen. It was unnerving, but to him, it seemed like the opposite.

Her eyes were a little too observant as she leaned closer and whispered, “You look pale. Are you okay?” I didn’t even know how to answer that. I gave her the best smile I could fake. “I’m good,” I said softly. “Just tired, maybe.” She gave me a look, like she didn’t quite believe it, but she didn’t press. Instead, she turned back toward the ceremony as the pastor cleared his throat and gestured toward Greg. Greg. My official stepfather now, I guess. He looked sharp in his fitted navy suit, hair neatly slicked back, and that perfect smile on his face as he lifted the veil from my mom’s face, leaned in, and kissed her.