Forbidden Romance With My Stepbrother

Malia POV Maverick let out a sly grin as he walked towards me proudly with a glint in his eye. "Nice to meet you... sister," he smirked amidst a long painful pause as he stretched out a hand. How could he have the guts after what he did to me? If only he realized the terrible thoughts that his actions made me do. If only he knew that I almost slit my wrist in a bathtub and only a knock on the door from my mum was what snapped me out of it. Maybe he wouldn't even care though. I thought of ignoring his outstretched arms but my eyes fell on my Mum's warning frown before I half-heartedly received his mischievous gesture. We all made our way to the dining table amidst smiles and welcoming gestures as Mum served all of us, a gracious smile on her face all through her efforts. Step-dad gulped a glass of water and cut his bacon into neat smaller bites. "Malia, I'm sure this is all very new to you, but your Mum has told me a lot about you already, and I'm sure it will be a smooth ride wi

Malia POV Oh, the lights! Mr. Rowan Sinclair had organized over hell of a fake event. The beautiful glow of the chandeliers took center stage- soft pieces of candle-shaped designs carefully crafted with sparkling crystals amidst the soft music coming from the orchestra. The room was filled with the scent of very expensive perfumes and cologne, each fragrance having its perfect allure. I turned to get a grip of the beauty, and I could see the guests dressed in expensive designer suits and gowns. Their lips twirled and curled into laughter as they made jokes while they clinked their glasses. I was dressed in a silky short gown that accentuated all of my curves - the slut making a show of my thighs in the open. Honestly, I was uncomfortable as hell, pulling down my gown every minute which disrupted our little dance - our feet moving awkwardly in response to the music. Oh! Did I forget? Ethan agreed to be my date but on the condition that I don't ditch him for Maverick. A part of

MaliaMy heart hadn’t stopped racing since and now Mum’s whose outfit made her look like a male came in with an entrance that sent it straight into my throat. She came in like a storm, her new digicam swinging from her hand, eyes bright and sparkling with excitement.“Guess what I got?” she announced, her voice brimming with the kind of pride only a mother could have over a shiny gadget.I froze mid-step, fingers clutching my dress like it was a shield. Maverick, leaning casually against the counter, raised an eyebrow and smirked, as if he had orchestrated this moment for his own amusement.Somehow, his belt had been put back in place.“Uh… something new?” I said, forcing a tone of calm I didn’t feel. My stomach twisted at the memory of what had almost happened. My skin was still tingling in the spots he’d touched.“Yes! A digicam! I’m going to test it right now,” Mum said, advancing toward us. She held it out dramatically. “Come on, pose together. I want to see if it really captures

MaverickI can’t sleep. I’m stretched out on my bed, staring at the ceiling like it has answers for me, but all it does is remind me of how close I came. If Lyra hadn’t barged in last night, if she’d taken even ten seconds longer to stick her nose where it didn’t belong, I would’ve had Malia. Not just a kiss, not just the kind of clumsy touch you can laugh off later, but the kind of moment you can’t ever undo. I know it. She knows it too, no matter how many walls she tries to throw up between us.I would’ve pushed past the hesitation. I would’ve pulled her to me and taken it all. My body was already lit for it, hers too, even if she’s too scared to say it out loud. Lyra’s interruption saved her, maybe, but it’s left me burning, restless, pissed off at the universe.I flip over, bury my face in the pillow, but it doesn’t help. My mind replays every second, the way her chest rose and fell too fast, the way she didn’t move away even though she should have, the way her lips parted like sh

MaliaThe next day at school, lunch time seemed so far away. By the time I made it into the cafeteria, my stomach was already twisting, partly from hunger, partly because I’d spent the last two periods prior to that replaying that smug look Maverick had given me in class. Nessa hasn't so much as glanced my way all morning and so my day was off to an amazing start.In the cafeteria, which was thankfully half empty, I got my food and slid both my tray and myself onto an empty table near the back, ready to disappear into the noise, when a familiar voice called my name.“Malia. hey, wait up.”I looked over my shoulder. Ethan, with his lopsided backpack and hair that always looked like he’d been pushing his hands through it, was weaving through the tables. He had his signature wide, boyish smile plastered on his face, and for some reason it made my chest unclench a little.“You didn’t wait for me,” he said, setting his tray down across from mine. “I was looking for you.”I blinked at him