I M Only Stepmother Novels & Stories

Matthew said with a smile. Olivia knew that her new stepfather was just trying to lighten the mood and so she tried to wear a pleasant smile on her face as she replied, "I like it. The turkey is perfect, the meal is really nice," she replied. Hoping that she did sound brighter than she felt.

I can't help the feeling of anxiety rising up inside me. "I heard your name is Sarah; is that correct?" She started. "Yes, Your Majesty, I'm Sarah Rowan. Beta Rowan is my father," I responded. "Oh, so I heard. And your mother is late, am I right?" "Yes, Your Majesty, she died when I was little," I bobbed my head sadly. "And you stay with your stepmother, am I right?" "Yes, and my stepsister too. We all live together." "How old are you?"

Nakantingin lamang ako sa kanya at parang tumigil ang mga tao sa paligid, yung pakiramdam na wala akong marinig dahil nabingi ako at sa kanya lamang nakatutok ang mata ko. Napabalik lang ako sa ulirat ng tapikin ako ni Mama, "Anak, siya si Daniel Monrow, ang soon to be stepfather niyo," pakilala ni Mama habang nakangiting nakalagay ang kamay sa braso ni Daniel na nakangiti rin tumingin sa akin, napabaling ang tingin ko kay Isaac at Xavier na agad nawala ang ngiti nang makita nila ang kunting-kunti na lang ay babagsak na ang tubig sa aking mga mata. "Babe, He is my Son, Leo, ang may birthday ngayon,"

“It’s the bond, Mother! He is my mate! I didn't want this to happen, I didn't try to take him from you!” “Don't you dare blame the moon for your own disgusting choices!” she roared, her fingers digging painfully into my shoulders as she shook me. “A real daughter of mine would have fought it! A real wolf would have had the strength and pride to walk away from her own stepfather! But you? You opened your legs for him the very first chance you got! You chose to be a home-wrecker! You chose to steal my husband away from me!”

“Thank God.” I kept my mouth shut, for fear that if I kept talking, I might end up cursing at her. Damn it, Mom! She used to be so different. These days, it felt as though she barely saw anything beyond Damien or her work. She was only ever home when Damien was. At least on the few occasions when he bothered to tell her his whereabouts. She was so dedicated to that man. That cheating man. Exposing him would mean exposing myself, wouldn’t it? The irony.

I stood there for a long time, staring at the spot where she’d been, trying to ignore the fact that my brain had cataloged every inch of her like some kind of traitorous highlight reel. She was my stepmother. My stepmother. And I already hated how much I didn’t hate looking at her.

I let my sentence trail off. “Fucking? Yeah, I do.” I’d wondered the same, so it’s nice to know I’m not the only one. “See, it’s weird.” “Oh, it’s weird, but they’re after something, and it’s more than Brock wanting you. I’m sure that added fuel to the fire of resentment your stepmother has for you.” “I don’t have anything she wants,” I point out. Besides that, my stepmother is beautiful. “You might think that, but that doesn’t make it true.”

My stepmother is now showing her true colors, they have started to take everything that belongs to me away, just like her daughter, they want to take everything away from me but I swear I’m not going to let that happen, I won't allow them to succeed with their plans, I can't delay anymore, I need Charles to start with whatever plan he has, as long as it has to do with destroying Emma, I will gladly do it, and my stepmother should wait for me cause I will kill her even before she becomes the CEO, I can't keep quiet and let them treat me like trash anymore

“Did you miss me?” Her auburn hair darkens. Her face shifts, aging slightly. And suddenly I’m staring at my stepmother—the woman who died when Alistair attacked our pack. Except she’s not dead. She’s very, very alive. And she’s a witch. “No,” I breathe, my legs going weak. “No, this can’t…” “I’ve been playing you all like puppets,” Kate, my stepmother, continues, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Orchestrating every tragedy, every betrayal, every death.”