Young Stepmother Novels & Stories

“Mom, this is Doctor Bobin Harris, my fiance, Roe this is my mom Leila.” The woman named Leila widens her eyes, pursing her lips. “Oh, is that so? Have I heard it right, fiance? That must be done playing with little girls.” The mockery in her voice matches the sour expression on her face; Leila is the typical evil stepmother in movies. “Mom!” Aubrey calls out to her, not liking the words from her mother’s dirty mouth. “What? Your brother is a total player; you know that, do you, Roe?”

Well, I guess I can give her five minutes. “Okay then,” I shrug. “What is it you need to ask me?” She takes a deep breath, balls her hands into fists at her sides, and lets the words tumble out of her mouth in one great big confused jumble. “My stepmother, she’s dying,” she begins. “And she sent me here to get you because … because … when she was a teenager, she got pregnant, and the baby she had was you, but she was forced to give you up.”

"That was different. We were family then." "Were we?" she asked, her voice small. "I mean, really?" I didn't know how to answer that right away. "I tried to be a good stepdad. Still care about you, kid." "I'm not a kid anymore, Brad." "I know that," I said quick, maybe too quick. "Doesn't change much though." The thunder rolled again, and I heard her shift in the bed. "Can you come back up here? Just for a little while. The storm's still bad."

A magnificent mansion, elegantly adorned bedrooms, and a graceful Claire Davis gazing at her refined reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. Her features were delicate, and her eyes were as dark as black grapes, brimming with vitality. Claire silently observed her own reflection for a while before standing up. Dressed in a light blue sweetheart neckline gown, she descended the staircase slowly. Today was her mother's wedding, and she was the bridesmaid. As she turned the corner of the staircase platform, pacing back and forth, Claire collided with the groomsman—her new stepbrother and her stepfather's eldest son, Lysander.

As my stepmother made to follow the queen to her vehicle, my father caught up with her and immediately held her down. Is she really trying to follow the queen mother to her vehicle? She has lost her damn mind. Has she forgotten the rules? Is she trying to die? "No. Don't touch me! This doesn't make sense. She said Genesis is not the winner. Does that make sense to you? Genesis is the only one deserving of that title. She's the only young wolf in the world who deserves to be by the king's side. So what is the queen mother saying? I need to understand her because I still do not understand her," my stepmother yelled out as she struggled to escape my father's tight grip, but my father didn't let

**** "I woke up on the cold kitchen floor to the sound of my stepmother's stern command. Her children, Dongila and Akachi, approached me with menacing grins. stepmother and Johnson stood by the door, their faces twisted in anger. Confused and still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up. Then, I heard my stepmother's chilling words: 'Hold her down and remove her blouse. Let Johnson...' Realization dawned on me. Johnson's true intentions became clear. Yesterday, while I was washing dishes, he had grabbed me from behind, his hands clasping my developing brēasts. I had fought back, slāpping him and smāshing a plate on his head.

"I bet they make you crawl. Make you service them on your knees like the little whore you are." "Stop—" "How long do you think you'll last?" My stepmother tilted her head, studying me like I was an insect. "We had a bet, you know. I gave you three months before you end up like their other wives. Dead and buried." "I said six months," Luna added. "You always were tougher than you looked. So fucking stubborn." "The year's not over yet," my stepmother said, her smile vicious and cold. "Plenty of time for you to join your whore mother in the ground. I wonder if they'll even bother to bury you, or if they'll just toss your body in a ditch somewhere."

My grandpa, Victor, the former Alpha of Ever Moon Pack, slowly rose from his seat and walked to us, patting me on my back. “Glad you are home,” he said in a hoarse voice. My father Barnie didn’t stand up, but he was smiling warmly at me. Sitting by his side was a beautiful woman in her early thirties and she was the only one in this room who had absolutely no smile on her face. My eyes met with her, and a shiver was sent down my spine. That was my stepmother, Connie. My mom died when I was a baby and my dad remarried when I was 8 years old. Growing up I had heard many fairy tales about vicious stepmother, so I was terrified about being murdered by my dad’s new wife.

Tears welled up in my eyes but I held onto them. “You better not be crying,” Zayn threatened. “I'm not as weak as you are,” I said, rolling my eyes and wiping their corners. “Mother Mia,” Talia said. “That's going to be weird explaining it to new friends. ‘my stepmother is kinda like eleven years older than me.’” “Stepmother?” Zayn asked, working his brows. Talia shrugged. “It's either that, or I call her your older girlfriend. Choose your poison wisely.” She threatened.

Ah, this makes it easier for me. Alright, looks like duty is calling me. *** Knock, knock, knock. "Kaa-san, just come in." I said to the stepmother who was standing at the door. She is my new mother. That's right, old Kim Jaerim has remarried. Then, what's wrong if I follow in his footsteps, right?