Black Stepsis Novels & Stories

** Brad ** Banishment Mrs. Stephens is walking the perimeter of the room, repeating her words as she tips the vile, allowing the black water to drop on the floor. Without warning, what sounds like hundreds of voices fill up the room, making it impossible to hear, while millions of black, dust-like specs swirl around the room.

"Your very existence is a stain on this household. My husband took you in out of obligation when your omega mother died. You have no pureblood grace. You have not even shifted yet, and you are twenty. You are a weak, defective runt." I swallow the hard lump forming in my throat. The words hurt because they are true in the eyes of the pack. The Blackwood Pack values strength and pure lineage above all else. I am the bastard child of a fleeting romance with a low-ranking omega. I bring them nothing but whispered mockery from the highborn families. "I will stay in the back," I whisper, staring at my worn shoes. "I will not embarrass you." "You embarrass me just by breathing," Stephanie sneers.

His chest heaved, his jaw slackened, and as his gaze dropped briefly to my bleeding arm and back up to my terrified eyes, a low, hypnotic rumble vibrated deep within his chest. He took one slow, deliberate step toward me, his voice dropping into a raspy, spellbinding whisper that shattered the quiet. "...Mate." And just like that, I blacked out.

She took it off the rack and headed to the fitting room. When she finished changing, she looked at herself in the mirror with clear admiration. It was a short black nightgown, falling slightly below the curve of her hips. The upper part was designed like a supportive bra with thin straps, while a sheer layer flowed beneath the bust, revealing black lace underneath. On both sides, there were two long cut-outs extending from the waist down. She looked dangerously sexy.

Her voice trails off when my thumb strokes gentle circles through her pants. “All my accountants have a B.Sc in finance. Phds, even. If you want this job, you have to prove that you’re worth it. I won’t hire you just because you’re my stepsister.” I spank her ass roughly, satisfied when I hear her stifle a moan. “I uh… I interned at Blackridge and I did excellent work…handling reports and client briefs…god…you’re not letting me speak.” she whimpers against my touch.

The weight of my two bags presses against my back and hand, but it is nothing compared to the burden of staying here any longer. Steeling myself, I crack the door open and peek into the dimly lit hallway. The grand staircase looms ahead, its polished wood gleaming faintly. Somewhere in the distance, the faint shuffle of footsteps echoes—one of the guards on patrol, or maybe two or more. Timing is everything. I slip out of my room and move quickly but quietly, my bare feet making no sound on the cold floor.

Chapter 05 The office hallway seemed to stretch on forever as Olivia hesitated, her eyes fixed on the tall figure walking towards her. “Shit," she muttered under her breath, her heart thumping. Chad, her new stepbrother, had his piercing blue eyes staring right through her. It had been a very awkward morning since her mother made that announcement last night. Her boss was her stepbrother and she had just kissed him - how more awkward could that be? "Hey, Chad," Olivia ventured, her voice soft and tentative, trying to break the ice.

"Nathaniel. Where are you?" The kid turned around and looked towards the entrance. "Here dad." He shouted back and I heard footsteps approach us. Soon, Mr Black, who is also Adrian Basketball coach came around the corner and my mouth dropped in surprise. He was Mr Black's son. How didn't I notice that? I've seen pictures of him from when he was a kid. "Nathaniel. What are you doing?”He hadn't noticed us yet. "I was just proposing to the pretty little lady over there. I think she was impressed."

My shorts are still completely ripped into two around my waist and there's a huge hole in my fishnets, revealing a lot more skin than I was initially. Jack follows behind me, keeping his body somewhat pressed against mine as he keeps his hand on my back, nudging me forward. We reach the front of the sorority, having me stumble through the entrance as my drunken and sore state causes me to continue to lose my footing. My eyes fixate on the road ahead of us, having me see a black G wagon sit at the very end of the walkway with its headlights on. Dread deposits itself into my stomach, having me take smaller steps as the idea of getting in that car absolutely petrified me.

I turned my attention back to my brother. “Shh, love, shh. Everything is going to be alright. Simon is going to be fi-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence. The building had only three floors but the sight was bad. There was blood everywhere, Simon’s hand was bent weirdly and a bone was protruding through the skin, his body staying completely unmoved. Luckily, after a few minutes sirens could be heard in the distance.