Angela White Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Mother Grace explained, her insight painting a clearer picture. Observing my curiosity, I inquired about their distinct physical attributes, noting, "It seems that none of them share the distinctive ocean blue eyes that Gabriel and his father possess. Their resemblance to their mother is quite striking." Her response revealed the reason behind this disparity, as she shared, "That's because they are, in fact, Gabriel's step-brothers." Surprised by this revelation, I posed another question, my curiosity unabated, "Does this mean that Angelica is also his step-sibling?"

Julia didn’t need confirmation, one look at the empty bed said it all. Still holding her mother, she whispered, trembling, "H-how?" Her brother’s reaction was far less restrained. He stormed toward the nearest doctor, grabbing him roughly by the collar. Nurses hurried forward, trying to pull him back. His eyes were bloodshot with fury as he lifted the poor man slightly off the ground. "Where is my sister?" he growled, voice dangerously low. What could the poor man possibly say? How could he calm them down? Angela hadn’t just disappeared. She wasn’t the type to run away… so how?

— Ethan, you’re not going to pull a dirty trick on me, you need to get home quickly, everyone is waiting for you, he said in a low but tense voice. A silence of a few seconds. — Everyone? replied a deep voice on the other end of the line. What are you up to, Thomas? — I'm not up to anything! Dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for you, Thomas insisted, a bit annoyed. Then, without giving his brother a chance to reply further, he abruptly hung up. He returned to the living room, his face taut with a nervous smile. His uncle Gérard welcomed him with a pat on the shoulder, immediately sensing the source of his distress.

After a few seconds, we broke from the hug, and Jackson let out a sigh as he stared at me. “Are you okay?” He asked me, looking at my pale face. “I’m fine bro.” My voice sounded low, “I’m just worried.” “Thea told me she's your mate… and our…” He paused, placing his hand on my shoulder, “Should I say, step-sister?” I nodded my head a little in affirmation. “I’m so sorry man, for what Mum and Dad did to her,” Jack spoke with his face etched with sadness. “Don't be,” I spoke, furrowing my brow in anger as he mentioned them.

"He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him." "Step-brother," she repeated, a sharp, mocking laugh escaping her lips. "Is that what you’re calling it? Because Marcus doesn't seem to think so. He spent half an hour on the phone with my father this morning talking about 'synergy' and 'brand protection.' He wants you on one track and Roman on another. And Roman? He’s very good at following tracks when it suits him."

My stepsister. She was the true daughter of my stepmother, the high-ranking noblewoman who was supposed to marry Draven to satisfy the Council’s treaty. But when rumors had spread that the Whitmore Alpha was a ruthless, unhinged beast, Angel had thrown a tantrum, forcing our family to swap her out for me—the quiet, dispensable "orphan" hidden in their shadows.

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

“No it’s okay. What’s wrong?” “It’s my brother-in-law?” “What about him?” “Harry gets obsessed when he gets a promotion because there’s always a catch that gets to drive my sister back to alcohol abuse.” “Ah, sorry to hear that. What kind of promotion did he get?” “Director of DEC.” “And your brother-in-Law is Harry?” “Yes. Harry Stewards. You know him?” Nathan coughs out his food unexpectedly. “Hey are you okay? Here have some water.” “Thanks. Angela do you trust my father?”

She was based in Los Angeles, with her son. Bianca, my best friend had joined me to "stalk" Miguel on social media, it wouldn't be bad to at least see the face of my stepbrother to be— her words, not mine. It wasn't even hard to find him. With almost three hundred thousand followers on I*******m, he was akin to an I*******m celebrity. Even had a fan base, who called themselves Angels. And that was before I clicked and saw his face.

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.