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“Why? Like I said, we’re not related.” “But we’ve been called brother and sister since we were twelve,” she said. “Don’t you think it’s a little… I don’t know… creepy?” “No, not really. It’s pretty common.” “Is it?” “Yeah. You know my friend Pete?” “That blonde guy with the tattoo?” “Yeah, him,” I said. “What about him?” “He and his stepsister just did it recently.” “Jackie?” she gasped. “Pete and Jackie did it?”

His lips pressed to mine in the shadow of the prom corridor, his hands steady as he slipped me that card, whispering, I wouldn’t want it with anyone else. I blink the memory away just as she appears. My new “stepmother.” Perfect hair, diamond bracelet. She smelled like vanilla and money. Nice to finally meet you, Evan!” she said brightly, sweeping down the stairs like a scene from some soap opera. My dad crosses the room and kisses her cheek like she hung the stars. Gross. The woman reached us, perfume thick and expensive. “I’m so happy you’re here!” She cupped my face like I was some lost puppy. “And my son is going to love you. He’s always wanted a brother.”

"Answer me." This time, it isn’t a question. It’s a command. His fingers tighten on my chin, his irises shifting from yellow to amber. I shiver. "My stepfather and my mother's sister—who is now my stepmother because they are now married to each other. There. Happy?" "Your stepfather and aunt are now married?"

He looks nervous, I narrow my eyes at him, sighing as his shoulders droop. “Your stepmother and sister have arrived” Of course they have, fucking vultures. My stepmother is a piece of work, and unfortunately my sister seems to be a mini version of her mother. “Thank you, Bjorn, please as the wolf Queen or the witch to come to sit with Emerald” he nods and leaves me with my little sleeping wolf.

I stood near the edge of the family section in a soft grey dress that felt too formal for how hollow my chest had become, and watched my mother walk toward the altar on the arm of a man I still barely knew. Richard waited for her with the same composed expression he wore at every dinner. My mother’s smile was perfect and distant. I searched their faces for something real some spark, some private warmth and found almost nothing. They looked like two people completing a transaction. The realization sat cold in my stomach. What was pushing her into this? Money? Security? Something else she had never told me? The questions circled while the officiant began to speak, and none of them had answers.

The morning sun filtered into the small apartment, casting long, sharp shadows across the pristine kitchen where Aria was already hard at work. She moved with quiet efficiency, but her fingers trembled slightly as she sliced vegetables. The echoing weight of her stepmother’s threatening phone call from the night before still pressed heavily against her chest. Every command Victoria had barked through the receiver—the chilling reminders that she was nothing but an eyesore, the explicit threats against Grandma Lucy’s family—looped continuously in her mind.

It’s was A sunny Afternoon, Maya had just came back from her 2nd shift where she worked as a waitress in a restaurant when she over heard her step Mother and father talking about a marriage arrangement between their family and The Smith family. Maya Adams a 20 years old girl who lived with her father and stepmother in the big city of Atlanta, her stepmother had a daughter whose name was Mira. Maya’s Mother has been in coma for over 6 months. A month after Maya’s mother went into coma her husband Gavin Adams married another woman whose name was Doris which was Mira’s mother after marrying her she made Gavin stopped paying for Maya’s mother hospital bills. So Maya had to take 3 jobs and stoppe

"Goodbye, Noah. See you tomorrow!" She heads for the door, and my heart is already bleeding. I don't want her to leave. I want to take her home, kiss her lips and bring her out for dinner, but Natalie is my step-sister. That might be the reason she ran home so quickly yesterday. It probably turns her off that I'm her step-brother, which is sad. Had Natalie not been on her way home to cook food for someone else, I might have asked her if I could walk her home.

They were related by blood, and Maisie still remembered the day Willow came to her house with Leila for the first time. … Willow was slightly taller than Maisie, and she combed her hair into two braids. She looked shy and bashful. Stephen pushed her forward and introduced her to Maisie, “Zee, Willow will be your older sister from now onward.” Maisie looked at Willow with a slight hostility. After all, her mother had only passed away for less than a year, and her father had found her a stepmother. What's more, this stepmother had brought back an "older sister" for her too. She did not like them at all, so she turned around and ran upstairs.

She looked so frail and small and my heart cut staring at her helpless figure on the bed. 'Hey sis' She said and smiled. 'Oh, except that we're not really sisters afterall. We're step sisters.' She smiled again and her smile flattered as she drift out of consciousness. I realized Saheed must have induced her. I moved closer to her, sat down her side and caressed her face. Her whole body was hot. Too hot. What does she mean by we're step sisters? I thought as I stood up to go and search for Saheed. I needed answers to everything. Saheed was writing something in his notepad when I got to his room.