Young Stepmother Novels & Stories

Alpha King Lucien Thorn, my stepfather. “What the hell are you still doing in here?” “I—I’m so—” I stammered, barely able to speak. “Get out of this house and go join the other omegas. Stupid orphan.” Orphan. You heard him right. That’s the name he calls me every single day. The man my mother gave her life for, this is who he is. I didn’t even realize when I burst out of the room, legs moving on instinct, running my ass off toward the traditional hall where the Mooncroft Pack holds its mating ceremony every year.

They exchanged worried glances. “Fine, if you intend to play it this way, then suit yourself. We are moving. We came out to inform you about it from the last strand of humanity we had left; we could possibly have left without informing you good for nothing, and this is what you do?” My stepmother snapped, yelling at the top of her lungs. This is way better; this was more like it. Putting up that false act had nothing good to do with Me. “So?” I asked with my words laced with bitterness; I enjoyed watching the horrid and stunned expression on their faces.

Cami the new momma of a beautiful young girl smiled at her. "Just out of curiosity, are you ever gonna tell Gabi who her real mother is?" Theo asked "When the time is right, she is the heir to the Turmans Empire after all" she smiled "That's good" Leo nodded. Stephanie walked in with her buldging stomach, and here she was saying she didn't want to be a mom. "Sorry I'm late, where's my goddaughter" she rushed towards Summer. "You can't have all my kids as your godchildren Stephanie" Summer laughed.

"Mom... I mean, stepmother... you... you want me to do the dishes? Clean the house?" My stepmother's eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability seeping through her facade. "Yes, Bethany. I think it's time for a change. We all need to do our part to keep our home running smoothly. You can start by helping out with the chores." Bethany's disbelief was mirrored in my own expression. Our stepmother had never shown an ounce of interest in household responsibilities, leaving the burden on our shoulders. It felt like an alternate reality, a dream that bordered on surreal.

After all these years, I still don't know how to be the stepmother you want. She looked up, her eyes sharp for the first time. It broke through her usual gentle facade. "If I can't be the stepmother you want, then I'll just have to be the best mother I can be. If you so much as threaten my daughter or granddaughter, Yosef, you might find yourself looking for a new wife." The second her last word dropped, Yosef spun around and his hand was suddenly around Macy's throat!

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

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 Ava 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.

“A whole day, gone without a word. I say we should kill her.” My stepmother tilts her head slightly, her lips curling into the faintest smirk. “Not yet.” Her voice is calm, almost bored, but the words send a chill through me. She lifts a perfectly shaped brow. “First, she’s going to tell us what she was doing. I assume you were spreading your legs somewhere, yes? Let’s see the money.” My stomach twists at her words. I knew this was coming, but it still stings. I clench my fists so tightly that my nails bite into my palms. “I didn’t…”

Mark spoke up this time, “We know you have a cure already and that is why you have locked yourself up inside. Are you hoping to be a capitalist and squeeze everyone dry till there is nothing left?” “Mother has been ill for the past days and you never called or even visited. Look at Cassie, she is just 16 years old and has a full life ahead of her can you really sit back and watch her die?” As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd with them started hollering as they pushed further with more violence. “What kind of a daughter are you? You have enough space in there, why can’t you let us in? Your mother in law is really cursed to have a person like you as her daughter.”