Young Stepmother Novels & Stories

His jaw clenched when his eyes landed on Celeste’s waist where my hand is. Celeste held my chest. “Oh, do I need to introduce him? Who are you people?” she mocked at them. She was serious and dangerous. Her face suddenly changes with a dangerous aura. Every damn minute, she’s just playing with them. Her stepmother knitted her forehead, annoyed. “W-What did you say?!” her mother shouted. “How dare you! I raised you and you’re disrespecting me?” Celeste’s mouth formed an ‘o’. “Huh? You did raise me?” she insulted. “How pitiful you are, stepmother. You didn’t raise me well, so what can you do to me－”

He disconnected. God. I placed a palm on my forehead. How unfortunate am I to be created this way? “What's wrong? You look as if you got bad news. Did anything happen in your family?” “Hmm.” I nodded. “My stepmother fell from the stairs on her way to a meeting.” As if heavens can be that merciful. If only this were to be the case. I wish the fall will lead to her untimely death, then I will dance on her grave until someone pulls me out.

Liam had barely stepped into the entrance when he heard her voice. "It's true what they say... the bastard son returns home." He froze and turned. Vanessa Klein stood at the top of the stairs, one hand resting elegantly on the banister. She was fifty-five now, but she wore it well. Beautiful. Graceful. Every inch the queen of this castle. And she looked at him with the same disgust she'd had twenty-seven years ago. Liam forced a smile. "Stepmother. You look well. Have you been feeding on the souls of the innocent? It's very rejuvenating, I hear."

“If that’s so, you can add her to the register and proclaim my wife as the hair to D&D.” Her stepmother jumped up, ignoring her father’s look to remain calm. “Never. It’s not going to ever happen. I told you, Stan. She is just like her mother; a snake. She is trying to take over the company and that’s why she is pretending to want to know more about her mother.”

The storm outside roared on, but the real one had just begun inside our walls. My StepDaddy just Disvirgined me, but don’t think it ends girl. Because this not so innocent girl, has a lot of forbidden fantasies she’s yet to explore.

"How dare you steal such a valuable piece of jewelry from my husband's late wife?! You ignorant thing! Aren't you afraid of paying the price with your life?!" I coughed up blood. "T-This was left behind by my mom! Don't touch it!" Brenda did not believe me. She admired the sapphire greedily while gloating, "If your family really possessed such an inheritance, why would you still climb into my husband's bed? You're even making up stories about your mother being dead. What a disgrace for her to have a daughter like you. Your mother must have been a shameless woman too!" "Don't you dare insult my mother!"

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 told her. He looked at them and they quickly shook their head. Mom is their stepmother which is supposed to be a problem for them. Most stepsons usually disrespect their stepmothers but against the respect her like a mother since she has been with them for so long. Of course she also forgot me in the process because she got better children that she never asked for.

she replied firmly, her hands still holding my trembling fingers. Who could possibly be the father of my pup that she couldn’t reveal? Was it my father? Or was it really Beta George, as my stepmother claimed? “You don’t get to speak to your King in that manner!” my stepmother snapped angrily, her face reddening. “You don’t speak to me in such a manner, child. I am not your mate!” the seer snapped. From the corner of my eyes, I saw my stepmother’s eyes fill with tears as she flinched in fear. “Clement, we need to talk.”

I introduced my wife to the couple who’d handle everything, and before we could step inside, the car carrying her family arrived. Olivia sprinted toward it, and a teenage girl jumped out first, acting just like her, running like a maniac and leaping into Olivia’s arms. Did the kid not see how slight Pumpkin was? She could barely hold her weight, especially with a backpack on. I was about to yell at the little pest to get down when she did. The two kept hugging like they hadn’t seen each other in decades. The stepmother—insufferable, with that fake smile stretched tight from too many cosmetic procedures, barely able to move her mouth—brushed past my Pumpkin like she was nothing. She came towa