Все главы Step siblings : Глава 11 - Глава 20

Nicole 💜 The soft sunlight streaming through the curtains gently pulled me from my sleep, warming the room with its golden hue. I stretched lazily beneath the covers, still enjoying the comfort of the soft and warm bed beneath me. My body felt heavy with contentment, and for a moment, I just lay there, savoring the peace of the morning. As I slowly stirred awake, the memories of the previous night flooded back into my mind, making my heart flutter and my stomach twist in excitement. _It all felt like a dream… but it wasn’t._ I smiled to myself, giggling quietly as the butterflies in my stomach danced around. I reached out instinctively to the side of the bed where Daddy usually slept, expecting to feel him still there. But instead, my hand met only cool sheets. He wasn’t in bed anymore. A soft pout formed on my lips. I had hoped he’d still be here beside me, his warmth wrapping me up, just like last night. Sighing a little, I sat up and looked around the room. The bed was empt

Nicole 💜 As I approached the parking lot, I spotted daddy's car immediately. His sleek black sedan was hard to miss, and usually, the sight of it sent a thrill of excitement through me. But today, my emotions were all tangled up, and that familiar excitement was nowhere to be found. I quickened my pace, my eyes darting toward the passenger window where a girl was standing. My heart sank the moment I saw her. She was leaning into the car, wearing practically nothing—her shorts barely covering her thighs and her top showing way too much skin. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I didn’t need to. The flirty smile on her face and the way she leaned in toward Alex told me everything I needed to know. My stomach twisted into knots. Why was she here? Why was she talking to my Alex? My daddy? A bitter pang of jealousy shot through me, stronger than I’d ever felt before. My hands clenched around the straps of my backpack as I got closer, and I could feel the warmth of anger ri

Third Person ❤️ It had been two weeks since Alex and Nicole had officially become boyfriend and girlfriend, and life had never felt more exciting for the both of them. Every morning, they would meet up before school, sharing small, intimate moments that were filled with whispered promises and soft kisses. After school, they would spend their afternoons together, either catching up on their individual projects or sneaking in moments just for them. By night, they were inseparable, talking until the early hours, sharing every detail of their lives with each other. On weekends, they would retreat into their own little world, away from everyone else, just the two of them. But despite their new relationship status, life didn’t slow down for either of them. Alex had his final college project to work on—something that demanded hours of focus and research. Nicole, on the other hand, was preparing for her finals. The pressure was mounting for both of them, but they somehow managed to carve

Alex 🖤 I leaned against the driver’s side door, watching the front of the school as students poured out, one by one. My eyes were fixed on the entrance, waiting for just one person—Nicole. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the light breeze tousling it, but I didn’t care. The day had been long, filled with final project deadlines and last-minute tweaks, but none of that mattered now. All I could think about was seeing her. When she finally emerged, I felt a warmth spread through my chest, chasing away the exhaustion that had clung to me all day. There she was, walking toward me with that soft, familiar smile. Her long hair swayed gently as she approached, and I could see the relief in her eyes—she had survived the chemistry exam. I knew how much she had been dreading it, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of her for pushing through. “Hey, beautiful,” I greeted her, wrapping her in my arms as soon as she was close enough. Her small frame melted against me, and for a moment, i

Alex 🖤 Nicole’s exams were finally over, and I could see the weight lift off her shoulders. She looked so much lighter, practically glowing, and I was thrilled to spend this newfound free time with her until graduation. We’d talked about all sorts of plans, and for today, we’d decided to indulge in a Disney movie marathon after breakfast. Everything was perfect—well, almost. That morning, however, I woke up in an undeniably foul mood. And there was only one reason for that: my mother. She was coming over, and just the thought of it made my stomach twist with dread. My lovely mother dearest, as I sarcastically liked to call her, was making her biannual visit—a pointless exercise, considering she rarely cared about me, let alone Nicole. No, her visits were just another excuse for her to flaunt her extravagant lifestyle, usually with her latest boy toy in tow. I couldn’t remember the last time she came without one. “Baby girl,” I said as we sat in the kitchen, having breakfast. Sh