Novels by Bebe Lan

The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I’d just lit a match in a room full of gasoline.“Not in school. Don’t do that.”Jayden didn’t answer right away.He just stared, not the casual kind of look the slow, deliberate kind. Like he was peeling back every layer I’d spent years building just to keep people out. His eyes traced my face like he was memorizing the exact shade of panic blooming across my cheeks.Then came the smile, sharp and dangerous.The kind that promised trouble wrapped in velvet.“Relax,” he said, voice low and lazy as he leaned back in his chair. “You’re the one making it obvious.”“I’m not—”“Your face says everything.”The heat rushed to my cheeks so fast I thought I’d combust. I turned away instantly, cursing myself in every language I knew, stupid,stupid, fool, fool, fool.The rest of the school day felt like walking through a minefield wearing heels.Every hallway stretched too long and squeezed too tight at the same time. Every laugh from the crowd soun

I spent the entire day with Marble, my big sister. She had gone on a serious shopping spree and was now proudly showing off all the girly stuff she bought from the supermarket—dresses, accessories,and makeup. I had zero idea what half of those things were, but I kept nodding enthusiastically and throwing in compliments like “That looks amazing on you” and “Wow, you’re gonna slay with that.” Anything to keep her happy.She also loaded me up with snacks, and we spent the afternoon munching and chatting until evening rolled around.When the nanny served dinner, the whole family gathered at the table as usual, I sat down but quickly shook my head. “I’m not eating tonight, I'm still full.”All eyes turned to me. Jayden shot me an annoyed glare from across the table. I saw it and deliberately ignored him, let it hurt your ego, big brother. Who cares?Mom instantly looked worried. “Son, don’t you like the food? I can ask the nanny to cook something else for you.”I shook my head again.“

The next morning arrived too quickly, I woke up to a dull, persistent ache radiating through my lower body — a raw reminder of everything that had happened the night before at Black Sky. Every small movement sent a sharp twinge up my spine, regret settled heavy in my chest like a stone. How could I have let it go that far? With Jayden, of all people? My own stepbrother.I stayed buried under the covers for as long as possible, popping two painkillers with a glass of water I had left on my nightstand, the pills dulled the worst of the soreness, but they did nothing to silence the vivid flashbacks playing on repeat in my mind. The heat of his body pressing me into the mattress, The low, guttural moans that had escaped both of us. The intense eye contact right before the blindfold came off, the way his skin had felt — warm, smooth, and impossibly silky under my trembling hands. Shame burned hot across my face, yet my body reacted with a traitorous flicker of arousal at the memories

I tried to scream, but the sound died in my throat, I tried to scramble off the bed, but my limbs refused to obey. Shock had paralyzed me completely,Jayden stood over me, his presence overwhelming, his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than his usual mockery.Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt. In one smooth motion, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.My breath caught.His bare chest was nothing short of sinful,broad shoulders tapered into a sculpted torso, every muscle sharply defined under the dim red lighting of the room. His abs were a work of art — tight, rippling ridges that flexed with each breath, no wonder he bragged endlessly about girls throwing themselves at him. For one treacherous second, a dark thought slipped through my mind, I wish he could be mine. I wish he would pin me down and fuck me senseless every single day.Reality crashed back in like cold water.He’s your stepbrother, stop. You can’t t

The neon glow of the “Black Sky” sign pulsed like a heartbeat against the night. I glanced back at my driver one last time, he gave me a small encouraging nod and a thumbs-up, silently telling me to go ahead. I forced a smile, wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, and stepped toward the entrance.The bouncer at the door barely glanced at my ID card before waving me through with a bored expression. I stood frozen at the threshold for nearly fifteen minutes, heart hammering so loudly I was sure the entire street could hear it. My fingers clenched and unclenched at my sides. A few people brushed past me, offering casual hellos or curious glances, but I barely registered them.Just go in, you’ve come this far.Taking a deep, shaky breath, I pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside.The club hit me all at once — thumping bass, flashing lights, the scent of alcohol, perfume, and sweat mingling in the air. Laughter and chatter rose above the music, for a moment, everything felt electr

Troy’s POVRain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking through my clothes and chilling me to the bone. I stood drenched in the middle of the campus courtyard while my stepbrother Jayden and his friends formed a loose circle around me. Jayden is my stepbrother — Mom’s biological son.While I am my Dad’s son. Five years ago, Dad, a driven entrepreneur, married Mom, a skilled surgeon, and blended our families. They were still crazy about each other and made sure we felt equally loved. Mom treated me like her own son, and Dad did the same with Jayden and Marble.No one played favorites, to the world, we were the ideal happy family. But Jayden had never accepted me, and he reminded me of that every chance he got.Jayden leaned back casually, hands shoved deep into his pockets, staring at me like I was some ridiculous character who had wandered out of a comic book. His lips curled into that familiar smirk as the entire campus seemed to pause and watch the spectacle.“Look at you, li