Stepmom Novels & Stories

The police left them and I walked back to my seat and as I was about to sit and Alex said come here. He embraced me and kissed me. “ You did well” he said and kissed me. We sat down and my kids asked who was the people I went to . I turn back and I could see them staring at our table. I look up to them and our eyes met, they both quickly take their leave, I could see that they never expected what they saw. I turn to my kids and smile. “ They are my ........stepmom and stepsister” I said. “ Stepmom and stepsister? You have a stepsister? Daniel asked.

Cami the new momma of a beautiful young girl smiled at her. "Just out of curiosity, are you ever gonna tell Gabi who her real mother is?" Theo asked "When the time is right, she is the heir to the Turmans Empire after all" she smiled "That's good" Leo nodded. Stephanie walked in with her buldging stomach, and here she was saying she didn't want to be a mom. "Sorry I'm late, where's my goddaughter" she rushed towards Summer. "You can't have all my kids as your godchildren Stephanie" Summer laughed.

“Damien wouldn’t do that!” “You call your stepfather by his name. Interesting.” He was doing it again, giving her those looks that suggested he knew far more than she did. She felt as if she were stark naked in front of him, to be observed and studied. “Now that I think about it, your relationship seems a whole lot better than I was made to believe. Aaron wouldn’t shut up about how shitty your relationship with the bloodsucker is—a pity story, if you ask me.”

He responded. "That.." "What?" "Stop calling me your stepmom" I finally told him. "Why?" "I don't like it; even if you are you tryna tease me with it. I don't feel comfortable when you call me your stepmom. You know you are older than me?" "It doesn't matter. That's how we are related. Stepmom - stepson" "No please Liam. See it more like we are just friends and colleagues and you are my boss" I said.

CHAPTER TWO: ENGAGEMENT HAS BEEN DECIDED ✧THIRD PERSON's POV✧ "Hi, darling!" Stephanie greeted her handsome grandchildren with a series of kisses, her smile wide and welcoming. She greeted Summer the same way. "How are you all?" Behind her were her husband, Carlo Vivar, a well-known business executive, and their youngest child, Amethyst, affectionately called Aunt Baby by the triplets and Summer. Amethyst, now twenty-three, was only a year younger than the triplets.

My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend. “Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.” “Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

Zetty said. Jay looked at Zetty and tried to scare her. "Aren't you afraid that if that happens, your stepfather will abuse his stepchildren? Maybe he won't let you eat or buy new clothes for you, and he'll lock you inside the house." Zetty lifted her chin and rolled her eyes at Jay. "I've only heard of evil stepmothers, and never of evil stepfathers." "You're ignorant," Jay retorted mercilessly. However, Zetty was much smarter than he thought. "You're the only Evil Demon King who would do that. Uncle Sean won't!" She retorted.

Just grab my bag from the foyer table, just get out— “You’re not going anywhere, you little slut.” The voice came from the living room doorway, sharp and venomous, freezing me in place. I turned slowly, dread coiling in my gut. My stepmother—Victoria—stood there, arms crossed over her designer blouse, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her elbow. She was a vision of polished cruelty: blonde hair in a sleek chignon, makeup flawless even at whatever ungodly hour this was, lips painted a blood-red that matched the rage in her eyes. She’d married my father five years after my mother’s death, when I was ten, and from day one she’d treated me like an inconvenient stain on her perfect li

“That’s what you’ll call me from now on.” My chest tightened. “Welcome to The Dominion, Steffano.” I swallowed. “Did you… already know who I was before we met at the bar?” A slow grin spread across his face. “You impress me,” he said. “That kind of awareness—that’s something I value in my… members.” He sat back down, studying me. Then— “I’m your mother’s stepbrother.” Everything inside me stilled. “My… mother?” He nodded. “Yes. Your mother, Sabel—the woman who gave up a life of luxury for your father. A man who couldn’t even give her a decent life… and led her to her death.”

She didn't respond, knowing that her stepson's anger means more fuck, which she needed right now. Suraj chuckled. Ever since he knew this woman to be his stepmother, she's always been hungry for his cock. He loved that. Suraj removed his belt, then unzipped and dropped his pants. "Stepmama, you're making me get more angrier. Did you want to get fucked by me so hard?" "Son, you know I'm eighteen once it comes to your dick. Put it inside mama." Still standing, he put his hard cock on Onika's pussy. It was pretty dry, so he spit on his hand and got his cock and her pussy wet with his saliva.