Alone With My Stepfather Novels & Stories

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

"I mean all this friction between us. The sneaking around having sex. What if we just accept it? Rather than me forcing myself on you, we can make it something you desire too. Something we both want. Ginny's heart was racing, her stomach twisted in a wave of disgust. "You're out of your mind if you think I'd ever have an affair with you willingly," she spat, glaring at him. "You're my stepfather. My mother's husband. What happened before, it was a mistake. It meant nothing." Raymond smirked; he didn't take the anger in Ginny's words seriously. "Did it really mean nothing, Ginny? Cause I don't think you would've let it happen if you didn't feel something."

She said, as ever, politely as she could, with a small smile tugging her lips. The waiter left, and Sarah returned her attention to the celebrant. The much older but hot multi-billionaire Vincent Laurent, whom they had all gathered here tonight to celebrate his 42nd birthday. He was the same man who had haunted her thoughts for the past three years and under whose care she had been left alone since a year after her mother’s death. He was her stepfather, one who her mother was married to before the cold hands of death took her away.

I scoffed. “No, stepfather,” he corrected. “I'll be getting married to your mom soon.” “I hate you.” And I meant it with every fibre of my being. “No, you don't,” he leaned closer. “You don't hate me, Sabrina.” “Proving to you that you don't hate me.” He rubbed his nose against my neck and I bit down on my bottom lip. “What are you doing? Mom's in the other room.” I whispered. His hand dropped to my hips while the other caressed the back of my neck.

God—five fucking days? With all the kisses, and the touching, the sweet praises whispered into my ears—had none of that meant anything to that bastard?! Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, perhaps I had overreacted in the beginning, but I still didn’t want him getting married to my mother! That would make him my new dad, wouldn’t it? Jesus Christ! I kissed my stepfather? Fed on him even?! My vision blurred momentarily, and I realized I had tears nearly running down my face. I ran off, not caring if anybody noticed my reaction to the news.

From his silver-coloured eyes, I can see different emotions, from shock to lust. My mother, Naomi, looks at us confused, knowing that it's my first time between me and my proposed stepfather, or I'll say be obsessed CEO. "She's my secretary of the company I am managing currently", Lucas broke the unsettling silence between the trio. "That explains it. I'll call it a lucky coincidence between a boss and his employee getting new titles today." My mother exclaimed gracefully as she was completely ignorant of the behind the scenes between us. Come to think of it, how can someone whom I lustfully looked at and had an affair happen to be my stepfather? Is this fate trying to punish me for my high

Which to be honest don’t take up much of his time since the pack runs itself for the most part, but now with this damn rogue situation, everything is off kilter and doesn’t feel safe. The office door opens. My stepfather walks ahead of Blake looking all stern and serious. That is until he sees my mother and breaks out in a grin. His eyes appear to have hearts in them. Okay, I’m not gonna lie, when my mother left my father and took up with my stepdad, I was the biggest brat on the planet. But I can see how much in love they are and it fills me with hope that eternal love does actually exist.

She stabbed angrily at her steak. “I tried so hard to let my stepfather be enough, and as much as he tried to be, there was still a void. He was so good to me. He did everything he could to make me feel like my world was complete. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of hours I spent curled up on his lap, bawling my eyes out, because I missed a man that I had never met. All he did was stroke my hair and listen to me. When I finally calmed down, he hugged me, tucked me into bed, and then brought me the best fucking hot cocoa imaginable. He was literally the best.” “I’m glad you had someone to support you. I can’t even imagine how tough it was for you,” I murmured.

He turned me around to face him. Up close, Julian Vane was terrifying. He was forty-two, nearly twice my age, with silver hitting the temples of his dark hair and eyes the color of a winter sea. He’d been my stepfather for three years, a man of few words and cold checkbooks. I’d spent those years avoiding him, ducking into hallways when I heard his heavy tread, feeling his gaze on the back of my neck at every dinner. “Julian, let go. People are watching,” I hissed, glancing at the few lingering mourners.

“Tris—“ my mom’s yelling was cut short when the door finally opened. My breath caught in my throat when a very familiar man stepped out of the house. Was this the husband? My mom walked over to him with a big grin. “Tristan, this is Nicole, my daughter. Nikky, this is Tristan, your stepfather.” I blinked. That was my stepfather? The same man who had fucked me two months ago that I couldn’t seem to forget was my new stepfather??? Was this a joke?