Young Stepmother Novels & Stories

“She beats you? Why?” A sniffle accompanied the girl’s response, “She just… doesn’t want me.” “Why on earth not?” A weighty sigh escaped the girl, her voice a fragile whisper, “She loves my siblings, not me.” Curiosity melded with understanding in Jennifer’s eyes. “How old are you?” “Eighteen.” The pieces fell into place – the telltale signs of a stepmother’s influence. “And your father?” Jennifer inquired further. The girl’s voice wavered, “He loves them too… not me.”

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.

“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.

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

Kaylee asked and Cassian shrugged. "You can have it" She said slapping the cheese against his ear. "Ouch!" Cassian pouted. "I need to go check on mum" Kaylee stood up, sliding her feet into her flip flops. Cassian nodded,busy with the cheese. Kaylee shook her head and muttered 'food monger' under her breath before heading to her mum's room. " Though they call her mum but the truth is she's actually their stepmom. Her stepmother was very different from others.