Stepmother Novels & Stories

She stabbed angrily at her steak. “I tried so hard to let my stepfather be enough, and as much as he tried to be, there was still a void. He was so good to me. He did everything he could to make me feel like my world was complete. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of hours I spent curled up on his lap, bawling my eyes out, because I missed a man that I had never met. All he did was stroke my hair and listen to me. When I finally calmed down, he hugged me, tucked me into bed, and then brought me the best fucking hot cocoa imaginable. He was literally the best.” “I’m glad you had someone to support you. I can’t even imagine how tough it was for you,” I murmured.

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.

“I don’t understand.” “Isn’t it obvious, my dear? Money. I like a certain lifestyle and the paltry twenty-five percent isn’t enough. With you out of the picture, I would have complete access to your accounts. And after a year of you being missing you could be declared deceased and I would get the life insurance money.” I’d like to say I’m shocked, but really, I’m not. My stepmother is greedy. She’s pushed me at every opportunity to do more. Take more jobs. More endorsement deals. Anything that would put more money in the bank.

“Crooked nose?” “You did not see it?” she asked. “It bends to the left like it is tired of standing straight.” Despite how tired I was, I let out a small breath that could have been a laugh. Then I took the cup of water from her tray. “My stepmother is here,” I said quietly. Paula froze. “Here?” “Yes.” She lowered her voice immediately. “With your stepsister too?” “Yes.” She pressed her lips together. “They went to the Queen Mother first,” I added.

his secretary’s squeaky voice stammered through the intercom. “What?” he growled. “Uh…your mother called.” “STEP-mother,” he corrected her, rubbing at his temple again. His stepmother, a thirty-year-old actress wannabe was a gold-digging whore who only married his father for the sake of money. And she was close to making her dream come true. His father went senile a year after they got married and she’d somehow manipulated his old man to change his will. If he didn’t act sooner, his family legacy and Winters Architecture, the country’s biggest and most influential architectural firm would fall into the hands of an airhead.

I spun around, the breath catching tight in my throat. Standing right there, clutching a designer handbag, was my stepmother. My brain scrambled to connect the pieces as I looked from the old woman to the furious face of the woman who had made my adolescent life a living hell. This was Asteria's grandmother. My stepmother stopped dead in her tracks, her face draining of color as her eyes locked onto mine. "Kia—Kianna? What are you doing here?" "Do you two know each other?" the old lady asked, looking back and forth between us with wide, confused eyes.

“I have tried to show him I could be his mom if he would just give me the chance, but he refuses and rebels against everything that I do for him.” “You're not his mom,” I pointed out, discomfort pooling inside my stomach as I stared at her, lost for words. She is here trying to be a mom to a boy that she doesn't want her around him or his father, but she left her infant, her blood child, behind years ago. “I know I am not, but I could still love him like I was,” she replied. “You are his stepmother. Try remembering that when dealing with him. Let him realize you won't ever replace his mother. Maybe that would be a start,” I shrugged.

“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.

Calista started to think, "I heard that three months after my mother died, my grandmother thought of me and told my father to remarry. He listened to her and married my stepmom. As long as my grandmother was alive, everything was fine. My stepmother used to caress and love me, I also loved her like my own mother. Because after I was born, I saw her as my mother. She even loved me more than Sienna and Easton. But I never thought all this love was only her act. She never loved me. On the other hand, my father, he just forbade me to go in front of him. Although dad stays out of business most of the day. So I didn't have much of a problem either. My life started t

Garcia exclaimed. "Don't you ever bring up my mother’s name. No matter where you look, you're not my mother and you will never be. You're just a mistress who can't be satisfied with her life. That's why you were so happy when my dad married you, weren't you? Because you thought you already had it all. You're only after money from dad; I don't know why he can't see that. Stop pretending that you consider me your second child because I never felt that way!" Chelsea replied angrily to her stepmother. "Shut up! You have no right on screaming in my face! You were just your father’s child and nothing else, while me? I’m his wife and we are his family."