Submitting To My Step Novels & Stories

Aria’s POV Moonlight poured in through the cracked window of my tiny room, painting the walls silver. Morning already? My heart sank. I threw off the thin blanket, grabbed my towel, and rushed into the bathroom, shivering as cold water hit my skin. “Oh God…” I said under my breath. “I’m already late.” Today was my stepfather’s Pack Mating Ceremony, and I was supposed to be at the hall early, helping the other omegas clean and set up. But here I was, just now getting dressed.

he said. "No," I said. "Go back. I'm all right." I looked at him. "I'm actually all right. It's — I thought this would feel more destabilising. But it doesn't. It feels like the next correct step is just the next correct step and the only thing to do is take it." "That's how you manage things," he said. "One step at a time. Not looking at all of them at once." "My parents," I said. "I told my mother I'd tell her when I had something real. I have something real now."

I stared at the message, heart hammering, Simon still chattering in my ear about round two. Tomorrow I was going to my stepfather’s office. Tomorrow I was going to let the man my mother married fuck me on his exam table. And I couldn’t fucking wait.

Then he walked out. I stood there, staring at the door. My fingers slowly touched the place where his lips had been, and a stupid smile appeared on my face. For one brief moment, I allowed myself to imagine that maybe I mattered to him in the way that I wanted. Then reality returned and the smile vanished. I was his stepsister. Nothing more. A knock sounded on the door, and I cleared my throat before calling out, “Come in.” The door opened and Mother walked inside. She did not smile. She rarely did. She was holding a white envelope. “Congratulations, Liana.”

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I sat, typing on the computer and looking up ways to remotely help out this charity idea. I didn't want to give up one of my dreams, and wouldn't. The stopping point on this Guatemala charity would be a 'for now' more than anything. After typing away for a bit, I sent out a text to Antionette, telling her about the news. She'd been supportive lately, and I was happy to have a friend in her now. She was going through rough times given the Stepford wives were complete harpies, but she was slowly getting through it, so she said.

Thomas waited until 7 pm, and Stephanie insisted that he leaves because she wasn’t done with her research. She heaved a sigh and looked at her computer. She scrolled down the report she had written, taking notes of the necessary things. After she checked and was satisfied, she forwarded it to Dr. Peter’s email. “I hope this measures up to his standards.” She switched off her computer and carried her bag. She threw her phone in her bag and hung the bag on her shoulder.

Maybe even kill me. I stepped in and was met with a wall. Two stairs on either side. One lead upstairs and one lead down. The map of the house was still not quite in my grasp and I didn't know which one to scout first. Climbing up the stairs in the state I was seemed to be the harder task, so naturally it made more sense to get it over with.

She smiled. "I can't help it," Steph said. "Then why are you holding back, just let him know already!!" "I think I am going to do it," Steph said. "You are?" You for real?" Mia said and Steph shook her head. "For real." "I am going to tell him tonight," she said. "But I have no idea how I am going to go about it," Steph said. Mia stood from the couch and made a mimic of Steph. "I know how you will do it,"

Anderson, not Stephanie. I drop my pencil on the desk, frustrated at the thought of all this. Matthew Anderson distracts me from my work, without even knowing it. There isn’t a day that I don’t think about him. I would love to be submissive to him, but Matt sees me as an equal.