Novelas y relatos de Your Stepdad

” Why are you coming with a stranger to the hospital? “He is not a stranger. He is your step-son-in-law. Besides, I can bring whoever l like to see my dad.” Steph said as she stepped in to see her dad. She went inside alone and sat beside the bed, holding her dad’s hand. Mr. Jackson opened her eyes to find Steph was back. ” Did you do what I asked?” “Yes, Father” “That’s great.” “He will be here later tonight.” “Dad, I have someone I want to introduce to you.”

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.

Daniel said after thinking and David frowned. “What happened?” he asked. He thought maybe he was facing some problem, but he didn’t expect his answer will be like this. “Mom is bringing stepdad for me. I don’t want a stepdad.” Daniel was looking too pitiful with his aggrieved look. “Who said you that?” David asked confused. “Mom will marry uncle Jonathan, they said if your mom marries someone other than your dad, he will be my stepdad. Stepdad is bad.” Daniel said and David sighed.

husband" will be coming to get us. After Dad died, I expected Mom to get married again, I just didn't realize it would be so soon. I mean it's barely two years since he died and she already about to get married to another man. Before the wedding however, we will be moving into my, I suppose I should call him stepfather, stepfather's house. Something about it being easier after all the wedding stress and the honeymoon or some bullshit mom came up with. I don't know anything about the man other than what mom tells me about him. I haven't even met him yet. I do know, however, that he has a son about my age and he has been a widower for way longer than mom has. That's a sensible man. Waited long

I don't always have the best taste when I'm under the influence, "Well, I guess we're breaking up now. I'm moving away." "Yeah, I heard. I know where Altamira is... like five hours away from here, right? I could go visit you," he says, still standing over there fully naked as I grab the most decent clothes I can find, "That shit sounded very creepy with the whole Daddy thing. It's not a sexual thing, right?" "No," I roll my eyes, "Daddy is Harry, my stepdad. I used to call him that when I was younger. It's all very complicated, Brian. I'm sure you already know this… but I'm a mess."

I said boldly and the next thing I felt was his punch landing on my face. Did this old man just punch me? “You ruined her life! Do you know that she's even your step sister? Do you know those you're hurting because of your selfish love?” Dad yelled at me and I felt humiliated. “She isn't my step sister anymore! Stop addressing her that way! You and mum aren't even together again!” I replied.

Until Justin came, of course. It was fresh in my memory, how I met my stepdad. Mother had called me a hundred times, giving me orders on coming home for holidays or she was going to stop my tuition. I didn't have a side job, so yeah, I had no choice but to listen to her selfish request.

The woman spoke, seeming to me like she was his mum. “Yes, welcome home, my son.” My stepdad said, shocking me. Your son? How's this possible? Then his eyes drifted to me and suddenly widened in surprise. “Thank you, Mother, thank you, Father,” Peter spoke firmly, yet excitement was lurking around; he didn't take notice of his father's countenance. “This is my mate!” Peter plastered a smile on his face, making everyone fall into a state of shock. His mum furrowed her brow, her face confused, staring at me, and my stepdad narrowed his brows down, indicating his rising anger.

I yanked open the fridge door, making it slam against the counter. He followed me in, leaning against the door frame. "You know, you're not very polite for someone living rent-free." I grabbed the soda. "I'm not talking to you, Theo." "Why not?" He chuckled, a low, annoying sound. "Did your dad tell you not to? Don't worry, I won't tell him we're friends." "He's not my dad," I said, my voice flat. I hated that he kept using that word. "Right, stepdad," he corrected, but he drew out the word like it was something dirty. "Big, strong, protective stepdad. Gotta be careful not to make him mad, right?"

"Just some sibling rivalry. Nothing to worry about." Victor’s gaze flicked between Luca and Ethan, then settled on me. His eyes softened for a moment, but there was something else there—something possessive. "Ariana," he said softly, "go inside. It’s getting late." I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to leave them alone, not when the tension between the three of them was so palpable. But I didn’t have a choice. Victor was my stepfather. His authority was absolute, even when it was wrapped in a layer of quiet intensity.