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All Chapters of Her Stepbrother's Obsession: His Kitten: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Twenty One

~Claire"Time up!" Nyx spoke loudly and I didn't hesitate to detach myself from Sage. Fuck, what was I even thinking? I never should've agreed to do it. I turned around to see that Jace was gone. He left. I looked up at Nyx who gave me a dark smile before looking away. Of course I knew she did it as a payback. So why did I let her succeed? I should've just drank the fucking whiskey rather than make out with my friend. Why didn't I think about it earlier? Yeah, right. I was mad at Jace for kissing me when he should've taken the drink. I felt so stupid. What would Sage even think of me now?I moved away from Sage, towards my seat as I picked up my robe and put it back on before walking towards the exit. I just needed to get out of there. I picked my phone to send a quick text. • I'll head home first — Claire. "Hey, Claire!"Sage's voice calling after me had me halting on my tracks. Jesus, how d

Twenty Two

~ClaireI pushed my feet towards my couch upon recalling I had a math problem to finish. Fuck, I never should've gone to that party in the first place. Nothing was good about it. It just ruined things for me, nothing else. I mean, Maya would be so proud to hear this. I mean, I'd just given out my first kiss and make out without thinking about it. Gawd. Curse my life. I was walking towards my books when my foot hit something. Jace's phone. He dropped it probably by accident. Deciding to go give it to him instead of letting him come here again, I grabbed the phone, found a T-shirt to throw on and then walked out of my room. Jace's room was like next to mine, so it didn't really take long to reach. "Jace?"I called lowly, knocking on his door lightly but there was no response. I tried turning the doorknob, but it didn't budge..I frowned. Did he go out? But he left my room like 2 minutes ago. Where could he ha

Twenty Three

~ClaireMy entire body froze. I could barely think of what to do. Before I could even yell out for my mom to not come in, she was already there. In my room. Where Jace was. How was I even supposed to explain myself?She halted on her tracks, giving me a certain look. "Mom, I promise, I can explain. It's not what you think,"I spoke, staring at her apologetically. I couldn't explain! What was I supposed to say? Uhm, mum I didn't mean for it to happen. I had a dream in which Jace fucked me and he was aware so certain things led to this and.....argh. The explanation sounded stupid even to my own ears. "Hell yeah, you'd better explain. What's with this mess in your room? Listen, Claire. You're a grown up, not a kid. And you can't have Sarah cleaning after you every time,"she spoke, sounding disappointed. "What......"I looked around, trying to figure out where the hell Jace was, but dude was gone. He w

Twenty Four

JaceI stood outside, my hands pocketed in my trousers as I watched Sage pull out of the driveway with my reckless stepsister in the passenger seat. She looked all bright-eyed, like she was in the presence of a damn angel.I knew that look.I once saw him that way too—before I learned better.Sage had this ability that helped him show whatever attractive attribute about himself whenever only to switch when you least expect it. A scoff left my lips as I leaned against my bike, fingers tightening around the handlebar. She didn’t know him like I did. Not yet. But she would. And when she finally did, I just hoped she saw the truth sooner rather than later—before he had the chance to wreck her. Like he had wrecked me. With a slow exhale, I shoved the thought aside and swung my leg over my bike. The engine roared to life beneath me, the sound cutting through the quiet street. I looked back at the house. Funny how I wouldn't

Twenty Five

CLAIRE The drive to school was mostly silent, other than the occasional hum of the radio and Sage tapping the steering wheel absentmindedly. I wasn’t sure of what I was expected to say. Blame it all on my inability to keep a conversation going. I didn't even want to make am awkward, futile effort. Especially since I didn't want things to get more tangled up. But he looked like he'd love to talk though. I felt bad that he probably decided to stay mute so I wouldn't feel uncomfortable. I decided to at least give talking a shot, but before I even had the chance to, we pulled into the school parking lot. Red, Zara, and Shawty were already waiting for us by the entrance. The moment Sage stopped the car, I barely had time to open the door before they swooped in. Okay, what was going on? “There she is!” Zara grinned, reaching for my wrist. “Uh—” My protest was cut off

Twenty Six

JaceThe muffled sound of video game gunfire and laughter hummed around me, but I wasn’t fully awake yet. My body was heavy, my mind swimming in the hazy space between sleep and awareness. I had dozed off at some point—didn’t even remember when.I didn’t open my eyes, though.Not when I heard Dickson curse at a missed shot.Not when Jaxon taunted Xavier for his weak aim.Not even when the conversation shifted.Sage.I kept still, breathing slow, listening.“It’s been years, and that dude still won’t talk about it,” Jaxon muttered, his voice quieter than before. “I’ve asked a thousand times, but he just shuts down.”Xavier clicked his tongue. “Whatever Sage did must’ve been real fucked up. You know how Jace is—dude doesn’t hold grudges for fun.”Dickson scoffed. “True. But man, it’s weird seeing them act like strangers. Hell, worse than strangers.”Jaxon sighed. “Yeah. And the crazy part? Sa

Twenty Seven

ClaireThe dinner table was magic. It literally reminded me of the good old days with dad, my mum and me. Laughter and conversation bouncing across the room, overlapping in the kind of messy, effortless way that only long-time friends could manage. Plates clinked, glasses were lifted, and jokes were thrown around like a game of catch. It felt nice to finally witness something like this again. I sat quietly, absorbing it all.I wasn’t much of a talker, especially in rooms like this—where everyone had known each other for years, where there was already a rhythm, an unspoken language between them. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. If anything, I liked listening. Watching. Picking up on things that maybe they didn’t even realize about themselves.Like the way Jace, despite the casual smirk on his face, barely touched his food. Or how Safe’s fingers tapped rhythmically against his glass, like he had something to say but was waiting for the ri

Twenty Eight

~Claire The house was quieter now. The warmth and laughter from dinner had long faded, replaced by a tense stillness that clung to the air like smoke after a fire. Sage sat on the kitchen stool, his forearms resting on the counter as Gina cleaned his wounds. The cuts and bruises weren’t the worst I’d ever seen, but they were enough to make my stomach churn. Dried blood stained his knuckles, and there was a cut above his brow that still oozed a little when he moved too much. I helped as much as I could, pressing gauze into his palm while Gina worked on his forehead. He didn’t flinch, didn’t make a sound. Just sat there, letting us tend to him like it was nothing. Like he was used to it. I wondered if this wasn't the first time it was happening. Gina sighed, shaking her head as she wiped the last traces of blood from his skin. “Sage.” He didn’t look at her. “Sage,” she repeated, h

Twenty Nine

ClairePanic surged through me as Jace clutched his head, his breathing ragged and uneven. His entire body trembled like he was trapped in some kind of nightmare, even though he was wide awake.“Jace—” I reached for him, but he didn’t even seem to see me.He staggered back, his hands gripping his head like he wanted to tear something out of his skull. “I don’t deserve this—I don’t deserve anything—” His voice was thick with something painful, something raw. “I just want it to stop. I just want to stop existing.”His words sent a chill down my spine. What was happening? What the hell was this?To say I was scared was underrated because hell, I felt a lot more than just fear. Terror literally glared at me. “Jace, no—” I tried again, my voice sharper this time, but he was spiraling too fast, slipping into a place I couldn’t reach.I didn’t think. I just moved. Acted. My hands cupped his face, forcing him to look

Thirty

Jace’s POVI woke up to the dim light filtering through my curtains, my head pounding like a damn hammer had taken residence inside my skull. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I turned slightly and groaned when I saw Dickson sitting at the foot of my bed, arms crossed, watching me like I was some fragile science experiment.Wait. Dickson? What was he doing here? Like, I could really recall him getting into Jaxon's car with Xavier after I and Claire got in the car. Or wasn't that what happened?I exhaled sharply, already annoyed. “What the hell are you doing here?”“You tell me,” Dickson shot back, raising a brow. “Had quite the night, huh?”I ran a hand through my hair, frustration creeping in as bits and pieces of last night came flooding back. The argument. Sage. That mother fucker. I never wanted to fight. Not with Gina around. I could already imagine how sad she'd be. You see, Gina lost her husband before I

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