Novel & Cerita Young Stepmother

Damn The funny thing about my stepmother was that she was pretty young, at least too young for my father. She was a brunette with the perfect slim figure and assets, it made sense since Sarah wasn't her actual daughter…she was adopted by her. Which makes them not even blood related. Her blue eyes were alluring though I still kept away. “Where are you going, dressed like that?” My sentence forms before I even comprehend it.

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 knew the responsibility that came with being a stepmother, but she couldn't ignore the growing resentment within her. She approached the girls cautiously, her voice laced with a mix of sternness and apprehension. "Listen to me carefully, girls," she began, her eyes fixed on them. "Your father and I have a special bond, and I expect you to respect that. From now on, things will be different. I am your mother now, and you must listen to me." Nancy and Kamsi exchanged confused glances, their innocent minds struggling to comprehend the sudden shift in dynamics. "But you're not our real mom," Nancy spoke softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "We miss her, and we want her back."

Well, look who finally delivered himself to me. He comes close and stands in front of me, looking up with an expression that's oddly mature for a ten-year-old. "Did you just say you're going to become my stepmother?" he asks. "Wow, so you understand what a stepmother is," I say, impressed despite myself. I lower myself to get on the same eye level with him. "You're a smart boy." I try to casually touch his hair, but he pushes my hand away firmly. "Don't touch me. You're not my mother. My mother is the one who gave birth to me, and she's going to marry my daddy. You are the other woman. You are the mistress."

Sophia sneered, rising to her feet and stepping back just enough for the count to begin. Elder James’ voice rang out, cold and commanding. “One!” The crowd quieted. “Two! Three…five.” Ravok’s voice cut through everything. “Anna, please get up!” “Seven!” Sophia stood tall, a triumphant smile already forming on her lips. I tried, gods, I tried to lift myself again, but my arms collapsed beneath me. “Nine!” “Well, I guess I'm going to become a step-mother after all.” Sophia mocked and a tear rolled down my face.

He asked as his mother sighed once again. "Look, Tommy, I'm trying not to be a hater, but that girl is right for you, you need a woman, not a teenage girl," she said as Tommy scoffed, "Jasmine is all the woman that I need, she's a real woman not like those fake, golddiggers, stuck up women that you try to hook me up with," he said as his mother's face hardened in disappointment, "I'm your mother, Tommy, I just want what's best for you," she said as Tommy stood up, "Correction, step-mother, and you have seemed to forgotten your place," he said as his step-mother sat there speechless.

she mumbled, trying to regain her footing, her eyes meeting mine with a feigned confidence. I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, pausing for effect, before leaning in closer. “Ah… I see. You must consider the one you gave birth to as your *only* child.” Her eyes darkened as she scoffed. “But that’s exactly what you’re doing! Passing over the firstborn who’s worked hard all this time, and instead, you want to put the one who *left* in the successor’s seat?” She was yelling now, her panic turning to fury as she spat the words. “The whole world will say, ‘Stepmothers are going to be stepmothers, after all!’”

I heard footsteps descending the stairs, lighter this time, followed by a cruel, familiar laugh. “Oh, you’re still alive,” my stepmother’s voice said, filled with disdain. “Good riddance, I say.” I managed to lift my head slightly, blinking through the haze. She stood at the base of the stairs, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips curled into a scornful smile. “What a waste,” she muttered, shaking her head. “You couldn’t even do one thing right. You had a chance—a chance to be something, to get out of our lives for good. But no, you had to ruin everything, didn’t you?”

“Thats- That’s quite surprising, considering what his father did to you-“ I paused, hoping I wasn’t crossing a line but she didn’t look offended. “Considering what he did, I would’ve expected you to hate him and his offsprings.” She chuckled, eyes crinkling as she did. “That’s true but the young master. He is different. He is very different, he’s been through so many things at a young age. I know, we’ve all been through things, I mean I’m here because of these things I’ve been through but you know, I would’ve expected Williams to spare his own son but he was too much of a coward to do that.” She says and sighed. I wanted to know more, I needed to hear more but from the look on her face, she