Stepmum Novels & Stories

The handwriting aggressive and harsh like whoever wrote it pressed hard enough to tear through. "YOUR MOTHER OWES A DEBT AND YOU'LL PAY IT. WE'RE COMING." I read it three times. Then I sink to the floor and wonder what fresh hell my mother has dragged me into this time.

I stepped bαck α little‚ my voice dropping. “There αre so mαny things keeping us αpαrt‚ Killiαn. Cαn’t you see thαt? It’s not just the cαmpαign. It’s everything. It’s your mom αnd my dαd. They’re mαrried. You’re my stepbrother. People won’t ever look pαst thαt.”

“Son, and who is this beautiful woman?” Soleil elbowed him sharply, making him straighten up. “Mom, Dad,” Stephen said proudly, “this is Carmen Michaels… my girlfriend.” The room fell silent for half a second. Stephen had never used the G-word in front of his parents. Soleil recovered first. “Michaels? Are you related to Knox?” “Yes,” Carmen said brightly. “First cousin. Our dads are brothers.” Douglas leaned toward Soleil and muttered, “Our kids really know how to pick ’em.”

Ethan reaches out, his thumb grazing the dark, angry mark he left on my neck. A cold, satisfied smirk crosses his face. "Consider this your first lesson, Zora. My father wants a companion. I want a sinner. And you? You're going to give us both exactly what we paid for." "Better start thinking of a good lie, Stepmother," he murmurs, stepping back and reaching for his Scotch. "The sun comes up in four hours. And Arthur Reynolds likes to have breakfast together."

The mansion looked unreal in photos marble floors, glass walls, the kind of staircase that makes you want to descend dramatically in a silk robe even if you’re going to grab cereal. “Your stepdad’s in Chicago, right?” she’d asked, eyebrows lifting. “Yeah. Corporate takeover or whatever rich-people villain shit he does.” “And your mom?” “Charity gala all weekend.” She stared at me for a long second. Then she grinned. “So the house is empty.” That was it.

My step-dad She gets up with her husband, but no? It's incredible . My mother refuses to send me to school on the pretext that she has no more money. But it's amazing I remained there quite silent, I go to my father's studio to at least think of him. Mom and her husband come join me again. But it's not worth it Me: what do you want from me? Mom: Louis needs space for his gear Me: what have I got with this?

"I was about to call you. Right, I saw your text. How was the football? Did your school's team win?" "Good evening, mum," Liam stepped in, Steve behind him. Ignoring all her questions, he said "I brought a friend home." "A friend?" She wiped her hands on her skirt. "Oh, my, is this him? Steve?" "Yes," Liam nodded. "Steve, this is my mum. Mum, this is Steve." Steve bowed. "Good evening, ma'am." "Oh, good evening," she replied, excitedly patting him on the back. "I'm so glad I'm finally meeting you. Liam must have told you how much I've been wanting to meet you."

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

He looked at Bea who was still carrying Caleb and realized that the two were so close, they really looked like mother and son. Callum covered his face and sighed. What was he thinking? He was trying to get close to Caleb because he did not want Caleb to have a stepmother! But the thought of someone like Bea being his stepmother was not a bad idea. It would have been better if it was her. He sighed once more. What was he thinking? Bea and Caleb went to the wave pool together. It was then that she realized that Callum was no longer following them. “Caleb, where’s your dad?” Bea asked the child who was currently enjoying himself at the shallow part of the pool.

(*Aboniki is a local balm) My stomach begins to rumble. I have junks in my room like Milo, doughnuts and a bunch of other stuffs. I bought these with my money as my father won't support such expenditure. He calls them 'uncalled for'. However, I need to go downstairs and clean the mess I made there last night, as I know my asshole brother didn't lift a finger to clean that place last night. If my father should see it, he will not take it lightly as he absolutely distastes dirt and disorder.