The Stepford Wives Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Vincent, don’t think like that! You’re not one of them, and neither am I! Please don’t leave me to walk alone!” Vincent’s chest rose and fell heavily as his eyes flickered with a red and gold glow. He pressed his forehead against hers, trembling. He whispered, “I don’t want to go; but the shadow…it’s inside my head counting down every step, every day. I can hear it.” The voices grew louder, chanting in unison: “Step. Step. Day. Day. Bride. Bride. Stay. Stay.” The shadow's voice grew louder, echoing through every corner of the hall. “Choose, daughter. You can march forever with him by your side, counting your steps together without ever separating. Or resist…and watch him walk away from you

Sophie I was a fucking mess! The Uber ride home was blurry, the music from the party still ringing in my ears, but nothing could drown out the aching need between my legs. I’d spent the entire night thinking about him. Again. Like I always did. Kevin Randy. My stepfather. The man my mother somehow managed to marry eight months ago. Oh please… don’t judge me, he is so fucking hot! You’d fall for him too. By the time my friend dropped me off, the world was spinning. I barely made it through the front door before strong arms caught me.

he warned when I whimpered. I came again, harder than before. My pussy spasmed violently around his cock, soaking him. Steven groaned low in his throat and suddenly flipped us again, putting me on my side facing Mum. He hooked my top leg over his arm and drove into me from behind, fucking me with deep, punishing strokes. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered harshly. “Getting fucked by your step-dad while your mum sleeps right there. Dirty little girl.”

joked Cin lightly, but her gaze was locked on the middle distance as she strained to hear what was going on. The low, gruff sound of an older male voice spilled into the hall. Gathering Foxy up into my arms, pulling my arm out of my sleeve so he could fit in the loose yarn of it a little more comfortably, I went over to join Stephen. Hyacinth traipsed along behind me on her tiptoes, stuffing her hands into her pockets, her teeth starting to chatter as we left the heat of the hearth. “Head Warrior Wolf Anderson,” breathed Stephen. I came out into the entryway just as he bowed deeply to him. I had to hide my smirk. “What can we do for you?”

Deep down, my intuition whispered that Augus’s words might hold a grain of truth. Stephanie’s fists clenched, her voice rising with fury. “How dare you! You’re defiling the name of werewolves with your lies!” “Defiling?” Augus let out a booming laugh. “You should acquaint yourself with true history, Miss Elrod. Like your brother has.” My eyes flicked to Jack. His expression was grim, impassive—yet unsettlingly unsurprised. Stephanie turned toward him, her lips trembling as she struggled to contain her emotions. She failed. “Is that what you believe? Is that what you want? To let this outsider trample on our land, to tarnish our country?”

She sighed finding out her dear husband sent no message at all. “Oh, he must be busy,” Audrey remembered convincing herself that Shane was probably busy and had no time to type any short messages like how she expected he would. She laid her back on the backrest of the car seat and browsed on the internet. She was having a good time stalking her husband and reading the gossip news about him when a particular headline on a certain article. “The Country’s Nightingale Stephanie Solis allegedly pregnant,” she read the title of the article. Audrey’s heart slowly beat erratically as she skimmed through the pages.

I stumbled through the door, sweat dripping down my face, and a post-workout buzz still pulsing through my veins. It was a Monday morning, and I'd timed it just right – or so I thought. The house was supposed to be empty, Mum and Spectre off at work, but clearly, I'd gotten that wrong. On arriving at the stairs, I heard the sounds, coming from the far end of the hallway. Then I drew closer and closer and the sound intensified— The sound of skin clapping against skin, deep rooted groans and moans so unrestrained, you’d think the female in question has never had real cock before.

“David, who is this woman, and why is she yelling at me?” David's brow furrowed as he glanced from one woman to the other. “I... I don’t know her.” Avery’s fists clenched, her frustration bubbling over. “Stephanie cheated on you with her own brother and got pregnant! We were forced into marriage a week after, and we’ve been living together ever since! I am your wife!” Stephanie’s eyebrows shot up, her voice laced with feigned innocence. “Why are you yelling at him?! And who is Stephanie?” she asked, echoing David’s bewilderment.

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. Gigi's voice cut through my stunned silence. "So, have you been having sex with your stepbrother for a while now?" I corrected her, my voice rising in anger. "He's not my stepbrother, he's my ex-brother, for crying out loud! Stop this shit!" Gigi just laughed, rolling her eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to expose this." She held up the memory card, taunting me. "I'll show the world what's been going on. Such a slut!"