Young Stepmother Novels & Stories

When my grandmother died, and Dad took me under his care, Susan played the role of my mother. Susan blushed, smiling gently and holding my hand. “You’re like your mother,” she sighed, lifting her other hand and cupping my left cheek. “Your dad can’t lie to me. I know he sees Sofia in you. Your eyes,” she said, grazing my cheek. “And you know what else?” I shook my head. My stepmother pressed her palm on my chest. “Your kindness and…” she chuckled, probably reminded her of something amusing about Mom. “Hard-headed.” She groaned and rolled her eyes. “I hate her for being so rational.”

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.

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?

I didn’t finish again when another slap landed across my cheek, but this time it came from my stepmother. “You useless girl,” she snapped as she pushed me. She pushed me with so much force I knew she had used her wolf’s strength alongside it, but because of my weight, I didn’t fall the way she wanted me to. I only staggered, my feet struggling to hold me steady. “This was supposed to be Annabella’s position! But you just had to steal it through your evil means! How dare you steal what was meant for my daughter, Mabella? How dare you be a whore just like your mother was?”

“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.

Murmurs rippled through the hall: “Precisely. A rogue’s bastard daughter—what is she doing here?” Mason’s grandmother regarded me with disdain. “Evelyn, you were a rogue Mason took in. We extended our hospitality out of kindness, but henceforth, you are merely a maid—your duty is to clean.” “And that little girl? She is simply an orphan we took in. If you do not accept these terms, then depart.” “I am not an orphan! I am not!” My daughter cried, her small voice trembling. She could not understand why everyone held her in such hate…

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

You followed me in my craziness without asking too many questions and I appreciated that you didn't, because I wasn't ready to tell you. My escape was not something immature and childish, the truth is that it was the only provisional option I saw. But as every temporary option has its expiration date, this plan's expiration date has already arrived. Anyway, I knew it was not going to last long. The thing is, what's going to happen after that? Most likely nothing good. Mrs. Bogdanov whom you knew as "my mother" is actually my stepmother. And the truth is, she is a bad combination of Cinderella's stepmother and Ursula from the little mermaid.

“So will you stay with her?” “No,” Spencer answers quickly. “You are my mate, my Luna, my world.” I smile and look at the tiny princess. “I think I might be second on the list.” Spencer smiles. “I’m sorry, but she is something special.” “Can I hold her?” I ask, looking at the baby’s mother. “Who are you?” the mother asks. “I’m your daughter’s stepmother,” I answer. Aunt Stevee and Luna both exhale and smile. Uncle Victor is stone faced and staring at us. Alpha has a soft smile and nods his head.

She pulled her hands into her lap, her body trembling again. She turned her desperate gaze to her stepmother. "Mother... what did you get me into? Who is he? What is he talking about? How could you just hand me over to a stranger like I'm nothing?!" The pain of years of neglect finally boiled over, her voice breaking on a sob.