Stepmother Cast Novels & Stories

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

Too many pieces that only Drake would know unless someone fed them to him. And the only person close enough to do that? “…Yes, I made sure. He won’t stop until—” I froze halfway up the stairs. My stepmother’s voice, low and sharp, drifting out of the study. My pulse spiked. I crept closer, each step creaking like it was screaming at me to stop. But I couldn’t stop. Not when I heard her next words. “Drake, listen to me—Cameron is stubborn, but we can break him. You just have to trust me. Yes. I’ll handle it.”

"You want to be with me that badly?" Sammy nodded instinctively, then quickly shook her head. "N-No, no. Roy, please, I was wrong! I'll apologize to Penny! I'll take Linda far away. We'll never bother you again!" Roy smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "She doesn't want me anymore," he murmured, almost to himself. "She's my stepmother now." He laughed then—a hollow, broken sound. "You want to be with me, don't you?" His voice was unnervingly calm. "Then I'll grant your wish."

“I will take care of you and the baby. I will be the father I ought to be.” Olivia looked at me with blatant provocation, as if saying: You lost. My heart ached. What did he mean by "finally"? Was not my own daughter his child as well? He was forsaking his own flesh and blood to care for the child of his stepmother? A child conceived from such a twisted union? “Mommy… why is Daddy taking care of someone else? Shouldn’t he be taking care of us?” My daughter looked up at me, confused and hurt. Though her voice was soft, it carried across the hall, reaching the ears of several onlookers.

“How are you feeling now?” She rolled her eyes. “You keep acting like I’m dying. It’s just a shock from that witch. I’m fine.” I brushed her hair gently to the back and looked at her face. “You call her a witch, but you haven’t told me who she is. You’re not fine until I know what’s going on.” She let out a slow breath and sat on the bed. Her hands twisted together. “She’s my stepmother.” I froze, staring at her as she continue

I had no idea when a tear rolled down my cheek. “I have no idea how they got in here! Security!!!!” I recognised that voice to be Don Travous. “I told you their dresses were fake. She is definitely the real gold digger.” Admits the loud mumbles, I clearly heard this statement from behind me. “She bewitched him. That’s what she does for a living. Trust me, I’m her stepmother. I know her better than anyone.” My mom explained but no one was having it. The guests were throwing glares and judging looks our way.

"Oh, she *has*. And not only that, your family’s company—the one your mother worked her entire life for? It’s slipping through your fingers as we speak." "No…" Talia whispered, her breathing becoming erratic, her heart racing in her chest. "This can’t be happening…" "Oh, but it is," Mrs. Donovan said, her voice gleeful as she watched Talia fall apart. "Your *stepmother* is already making her moves, and if you don’t act, Talia, you’ll lose everything. *Everything*. Your grandfather is already in sensorium"

A magnificent mansion, elegantly adorned bedrooms, and a graceful Claire Davis gazing at her refined reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. Her features were delicate, and her eyes were as dark as black grapes, brimming with vitality. Claire silently observed her own reflection for a while before standing up. Dressed in a light blue sweetheart neckline gown, she descended the staircase slowly. Today was her mother's wedding, and she was the bridesmaid. As she turned the corner of the staircase platform, pacing back and forth, Claire collided with the groomsman—her new stepbrother and her stepfather's eldest son, Lysander.

My stepmother exclaimed as she pulled my chin up. I rose on my feet and pushed her away. “Get your hands off me!” “Don't dare lay your filthy hands on my mother, so-called CEO! We shall see who the real CEO is today!” “Yes!” My stepmother admitted. “Meet Mr Stephen, your father's lawyer and he's here to read his Will,” she added.

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?