Novel & Cerita Stepmother Cast

"Rhea, maybe you should set a better example, too." Rhea suddenly stood up. Her tone was calm, but a faint tremble was audible in her voice. "Carter, why do you treat me like a stepmother but expect me to act like a birth mother?" "Stepmother?" Arielle grew agitated. "Mom, who's the stepmother?" Rhea kept her eyes fixed on Carter. She didn't scream or raise her voice. She simply sounded confused. "Have I not done enough for you and the kids all these years?"

The woman’s expression was perfectly poised, like a serpent with pearls. She extended her gloved hand slightly, not to Jenna, but in a sweeping gesture that commanded attention. “Oh, where are my manners?” she said, her voice smooth and full of condescension. “I’m Kaelion’s stepmother.” Jenna blinked, her polite smile faltering.

“And you’ve been crying. What happened?” He smoothed the hair away from my face and I leaned my cheek into his palm. “It’s been a crappy day since you left.” “Then I guess I won’t leave you this time,” he replied. My heart fluttered and I looked up. His blue eyes were warm and dark. They reminded me of the ocean on a calm summer night. “My stepmother is a horrible person,” I blurted out. “She’s vindictive and is going to ruin everything.” “Is she why you are upset?” he asked. There was a protective growl in his voice.

She said with a smile, “I think it needs someone exactly like the two of you.” “This is too much,” Milo said as he laughed for a minute. “I feel like I am in a dream.” “Well, my son, you are not in a dream.” She said. “I know this may be a truly unusual thing to have to deal with, but from the moment I knew of you, I thought of you as one of my brood. You may call me Missy or mom if you wish. Maybe one day, you can work up to that. I am your stepmother, but I wanted you here to get to know all of us from the day you were born.”

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 hate it how my mother’s name rolled so sexily out of his tongue, that tongue was dipped into my pussy just now. “So Danny, I would like you to escort my beloved, new daughter, who came here to kill me, to the dungeon and hold her there until my further orders.” I gasped. I was speechless at the audacity of this man. Firstly, he fucked me and then he dumped me, then he claimed to be my stepfather but not my mate, and now this motherfucker was putting me into jail! That was absurd. “Yes, Alpha.” Danny, the omega, grabbed my arm and he started dragging me out.

"Why don't you ask your mother, Noah?" I turn to stone in my seat. Goosebumps prickle over my skin, and my voice comes out hoarse. "What did you just say?" "Your mother… You should ask her about me." Natalie gets up from her seat. Her eyes are filled with silent rage. "Even Bianca knows who I am. The only person who doesn't remember me is you." I stare at her. "Do we know each other?" Natalie laughs; the sound is bitter. "My name is Natalie Gracen—you and I are step-siblings, Noah."

I slammed my fist onto the table, barely able to contain my rage. “There’s nothing I can do, Henry; he married Sol. Besides, your stepmother is a good person—” "Even you, uncle? You fell for the act of that gold-digging maid my father married?!" Uncle Roberto sighed and slowly adjusted his glasses, trying to calm me down. "Henry, calm down. Solana is kind. Yes, she used to be a maid here, but she’s a good girl. She took care of your father, and—”

She just would have never thought it would be in this manner. Her eyes dropped to the table, to the neatly arranged plates of food she no longer had any appetite for. Then she looked back up at him, confusion bleeding into something angry. “You—” Her voice cracked. She was doing her very hardest to keep herself composed. Finding out her lover—supposed stepfather—had a son whom he had never thought relevant to inform her about was more than heartbreaking; it was betrayal at its highest! “You should’ve told me. Don’t you think?”

Stacy shouted, clutching her mother’s arm and sobbing. The stepmother of Willow tried to comfort her, rubbing her shoulders and looking at me with angry, defiant eyes. "You are doing too much, Silas! Do not forget that we are still the family of your wife! You cannot treat us like criminals without her permission!" she shouted at me.