Young Stepmother Novels & Stories

"Ma'am, how could you pee yourself here? How disgusting!" Not only did Zoey not speak for Yara, but she even tried to distance herself from the latter. "I'm sorry. This is my stepmother. She has cancer." When Yara heard Zoey calling her "stepmother", she looked at the latter in disbelief. She felt like her heart had shattered. When the woman heard Zoey, she looked at her and recognized her. "Aren't you Zoey? The famous dancer?" "That's me." "You sure are kind. Can I get a picture with you?"

demon:- I know the past can not be changed, there is no point in hating you, you have changed, and now you look like a strange person to me, I have forgiven you but not you, your past selves. stepmother:- can you please take care of your little sister, she told me she wants to stay with you as a family, in exchange you can have access to all my fortune and network. demon:- what if I reject your offer? stepmother:- I know you don't show but you are a kind human, who would help her without anything in return. demon:- I can not protect your daughter, the road I am heading is filled with blood and pain, I may die any moment and my enemy with cause problems for her.

FLASHBACK… “Good morning, mother.” I said in a low voice. “Don't call me your mother again, I'm not your mother, your useless mother has died.” my stepmother said. “I hope you've seen the clothes I brought out. And I don't want your father to know about this, once he finds out, consider yourself dead.” She said, snatching her teeth together. “Okay Ma,” I said, my hands shaking. “Ma, I haven't eaten. How will I have the strength to wash the clothes?” I asked.

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.”

As she pat's them and sings to them. "Would you please be our mummy?" The youngest suddenly asks out of the blue. Esther's eyes widen in shock and she begins to laugh at the child's innocence. "No dear, to be your mummy, your dad and I have to be married." She replies still laughing. "Then marry him." The oldest adds and Esther's laughter drops. The children begin to cry and tell her how much they miss their mom. They say Esther makes it feel like their mom is around whenever she is with them.

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.

"Lukas, I'm officially informing you that I've already marked Cecilia. From this moment on, Cecilia is your mother. Watch your tone when you speak to her." "What did you say?" Lukas took a step forward in disbelief. He raised his voice when he spoke. "From now on, you'll call her Mom." After saying only that, Cain turned around and carried me to the car. Before getting inside, I glanced back at Lukas. He was still standing at the bottom of the staircase. He looked completely stunned. At that moment, every grievance from both my past and present life seemed to disappear completely. Lukas would never know that the Alpha position he desperately wanted had already stopped belonging to him the mo

Delicate, polished, enviably untouchable. “Do you remember what I told you?” I asked, stepping into the room, my arms folded across my chest. “You are Grace; from this moment forward, Leila Marrow does not exist to you. And I…” I took a deep breath and continued. “I am your stepmother.” Leila turned her gaze to me, her lips curved into that obedient smile she had mastered. “Of course, Mother. I understand everything you told me last night.” “Very well, then.” I gave her a slight nod. “When it’s time, I’ll send someone to fetch you. Stay in this room until then. No unexpected movements.''

She glared down at me while she tapped her finger against her chin. “My, my, my! What do we have here? A naughty little girl that needs to be punished,” she cackled evilly. “No! Please! Mom, please,” I begged. “I’ll listen. Please don’t hurt me!” She tossed her head back to laugh coldly before crooking her fingers at the men holding me. “Come! I have the perfect punishment for our naughty little slut!” she spat. The men carried me inside the house before dropping me in the center of the room, where I wrapped my arms around my legs, trying to make myself as small as possible, while my mother walked around me in circles.

My stepmother exclaimed as she pulled my chin up. I rose on my feet and pushed her away. “Get your hands off me!” “Don't dare lay your filthy hands on my mother, so-called CEO! We shall see who the real CEO is today!” “Yes!” My stepmother admitted. “Meet Mr Stephen, your father's lawyer and he's here to read his Will,” she added.