Todos os capítulos de A Forbidden Kin: A Stepbrother Compilation: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

THE CAPTUREThat night, I climbed into his bed, and he also climbed in beside me. His body was warm and solid as I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. His scent surrounded me, it was dark and masculine, and it made my stomach flip."Try to sleep," he said.I tried, but I was too aware of him. His presence, his scent, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, and the way his arm rested protectively across my waist."Silas?" I whispered."Mm?""I'm scared.""I know,” he said as he tightened his arm around me, pulling me closer. "I'm right here, okay, nothing's going to happen to you.""Why are you doing this?" I asked."What?""Protecting me, when you even barely talk to me, or barely look at me. So why do you care now?"He was silent for a long moment. Then he said, "I've always cared, I'm just not good at showing it and I keep people at a distance because it's easier."

THE SURRENDER The next few weeks were torture. Liam treated me like I was precious, like I was something that needed to be cherished. He brought me breakfast in bed every morning, he left flowers on my pillow every night, and he told me he loved me every single day, sometimes multiple times a day. He was patient, gentle, and attentive. He never raised his voice, nor hurt me again. He was the perfect boyfriend. I should have hated him. I should have reported him to the police, i should have run away and never looked back, or I should have done anything except what I actually did. But I didn't. Because somewhere along the way, something had shifted inside me. It started small, like a flutter in my chest when he smiled at me, a warmth in my belly when he touched my hand, and the longing in my heart when he looked at me with those dark, intense eyes. And I started noti

THE FALLThe rain hadn't stopped for three days.I stood at the window of my mother's hospital room, watching the droplets streak down the glass like tears. The sky was gray, the world was gray, everything was gray.My mother was gone.She'd died at 3:47 AM. The doctors had tried to save her, they’d done everything they could, but her heart had given out, and she'd slipped away while I was asleep in the waiting room chair.I hadn't even been there to hold her hand, and the guilt was crushing me. The grief was suffocating me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and I couldn't feel anything except this vast, empty void where my heart used to be.I was alone.My father had abandoned us years ago, my boyfriend had left me two months ago, pointing out my "emotional instability" as the reason. And my friends had drifted away, tired of my sadness, tired of my pain.And now my mother was gone.I had no one. Not

I've known Noah for six years.He became my stepbrother when our parents got married, and I was sixteen, and he was eighteen. We were both awkward and unsure, thrown together by circumstance and forced to share a house with two people who were practically strangers to us. Our parents were so caught up in their new relationship that they barely noticed us. And we were just two kids trying to figure out where we fit in this new, blended family.I thought I'd hate him. I thought we'd be strangers living under the same roof, avoiding each other in the hallways, pretending the other didn't exist, cause I'd heard horror stories about step-siblings who couldn't stand each other — the fighting, the jealousy, and the silent treatment that lasted for years. So I was prepared for the worst.But I was wrong.From the very first day, Noah was different. He was easygoing, and patient, he made me feel welcome in a house that didn't feel like home yet. And he sho

Chapter 2: THE SURRENDER I woke up in the guest room and I felt different. I felt lighter, I stood up and stretched my body as I walked to the kitchen but I stopped when I saw Darius in the kitchen and the memory of yesterday came rushing back to me, the confession and the apology. I shook it off as I entered the kitchen, Darius turned and looked at me. He’s shirtless and his hair looked a bit messy making him look hot. I tried not to look at his tempting abs that were showing as I dragged my eyes to meet his eyes, and he smiled at me.This is the first time he’d ever smiled at me like this, soft, warm, and real. “Good morning,” he said. “Hun, good morning.” “I made coffee, do you care for it?” He asked and I said “Yes, please, thank you.”As I took the coffee from him, our fingers brushed together and it sent a jolt of electricity through me. The tension was still between us but softer now. I sipped my coffee and took the advantage that he