Alone With My Stepfather Novels & Stories

Derek certainly wasn't doing all these for my protection, he clearly wanted Damond out of my life, and that was fucking annoying. “I doubt so,” Damond said as he picked up the plastic bag on the bed. “He clearly wants you for himself, he wouldn't get you this much because you are his step daughter,” I snapped as I hurried up on my feet, not ready to listen to any further detailed analysis. “He is my step father!” I called out, my voice now louder than before. “And I'm your boyfriend!” Damond responded in the same tone as mine, the room was silent for a while but then I spoke up.

My throat felt dry. "W-What?" I replied. "Is it hard to answer?" he said. "Do you have a relationship?" I swallowed hard. "None," I answered quickly. "Your dad is my step-father. That's all." His grip on my waist tightened slightly. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to make me nervous. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "So let me go." I tried to break free, but his arm was tight.

She was here. Rose. And she wasn’t just the silly little girl I remembered from childhood anymore. She was nineteen. Grown. Beautiful. She was ready. But then Father said the words that shattered everything completely. “Meet your new sister.” Fuck. My heart fell apart in an instant. But that was also the moment I realized, I was screwed. I had to push her away again. That was the only way. She was my stepsister. The daughter of the woman my father intended on spent the rest of his life with.

He'd left. I stood there, frozen, the reality sinking in like a stone in my chest. He had left and he wasn't coming back. I'd finally done it, I had pushed too far, crossed the line, and now he was gone. I went back to my room and locked the door. The shame hit me first. What have I done? He was my stepfather and he was forty years old. He is married to my mother. And I'd dropped to my knees and…… I pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes, trying to block it out. But I couldn't. I could still feel him in my mouth. I could still hear the wrecked sound of his voice. "Best I've ever had."

I didn't know fantasizing about my stepfather would get me caught by him someday until the day he walked in on me doing……..

She asked in a half-drowsy voice, her hand still in her pants, rubbing herself. “Madam, your mother is around; she's asking for your presence in the sitting room.” “Oh, when did she come back?” Scarlett asked silently. "About 30 minutes ago, madam." Her mother initially told her earlier that week that she would introduce her to her new lover today, who would also end up becoming her stepdad. “Tell her I’ll be right with her." “Alright madam.” The maid responded before running off. Scarlett stretched out on the bed before hurriedly getting down from the bed to change. She sighed, trying to come to terms with the reality of having a stepdad—another old man in his fifties—to boss her around.

I thought he was alone and only had Kade. I waited for him to say something but he just stared at me without saying a word which made me sigh. “Well as for me I have no siblings neither do I have parents. I don't remember much of my parents but what I do know is that my father handed me to my stepmom and mysteriously disappeared. No one heard from him after that so I'm alone in this word." I muttered with a slight smile then glanced up at Axel to see the look in his eyes had changed into something else but before I could read it, Freya walked back in.

But here I was, all alone on what was supposed to be a special day—the day I turned eighteen. As I wallowed in my disappointment, the front door creaked open, the bell jingling softly. When I saw who it was, a wave of anger surged through me. My stepfather stood in the doorway, and he was no better than my mother. “Honey,” he called out, his smile unsettling.

After the terrifying attempt my stepfather tried to pull on me, and the bizarre encounter with alpha Aiden, it was hard to get any sleep at night. My mind kept replaying the scene, over and over again, like a broken DVD. I had already steeled my mind, preparing for my stepfather to violate me, but the moment Aiden burst into the living room, the relief that washed over me was indescribable. It was not the first time my stepfather had tried to violate my body, but since my mother was always around the house, he never got the opportunity. But that night, we were all alone, giving him that opportunity. If Aiden had not come that night, he would have taken his sweet time, ravishing me.

It didn’t feel real. People around me sniffled and whispered, their murmured condolences blending into a low hum I couldn’t focus on. My breath came shallow, uneven. My body was here, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying every moment I’d had with her, every fight, every laugh, every word I wished I’d said before she slipped away in her sleep. I didn’t notice him at first. Not until a shadow fell over me. Alexander Wolfe. My stepfather. He stood tall beside me, dressed in a tailored black suit that probably cost more than I’d make in a year. He didn’t speak, didn’t offer hollow comfort.