Black Stepsis Novels & Stories

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

If it wasn’t for him, I would have drowned in sorrow and self-hate. I leave my bed and head outside the dorms. I walk in the empty corridors, enjoying the piano notes. The boss insisted on leaving a relaxing music playlist on during the night because he thought it would make us feel better. I smile thinking about all the things he does for us. Footsteps interrupt my thoughts. I stop and see the Black Tiger walking to the shower room. He sees me too and raises an eyebrow, “What are you doing here?” he asks. “I can’t sleep. How about you?”

Many crimson red eyes appear on its head; each eye looks hungrily at the exposed limbs of that man in black. Blacky body starts to get bigger and bigger on each step as it’s walking toward that man in black. Each step more terrifying organs appeared on its body, each step more mouth, fang, and claw appeared until its stinking breath reeked of blood touching the nose of that man in black.

“That was when I took out Jace’s father and his mother. I didn’t want to, but he left me no choice.” Stephanie slid down the wall until she sat on the cold floor, her legs trembling beneath her. Her chest heaved as though each breath was a battle. “I feared what the people would do,” Blackwood said, softer now. “So I ran, but I never hated them, I never hated you, I never stopped loving you, or your mother.” Stephanie lowered her head, her hands clutched her hair, pulling tightly as if she could tear the memories away. A long silence fell before she finally raised her tear-streaked face to him.

Seeing Jaxon and Mia looking like they glue each other, Rey glared at Gavin who looked innocently at everyone. “Blacky is not wrong, he just wants to play. You know already, he likes women,” said Gavin which made all the men there snort in disapproval. “I told you to keep the snake in his cage, Gavin,” Gideon hissed. “Imagine if it was Kalista, she might give birth prematurely.” All the men there shuddered at the thought of Kalista with her big belly climbing a chair and running around the room being chased by Blacky. “Usually Blacky is very sweet,” Gavin defended against his snake which looked at the men around with its round eyes as its body squirmed about to come to its master.

He can't find me. I have to run away, somewhere, anywhere. He just can't find me. He may already know where I am for all I know. I walked right into a hard wall, stumbling back I lost my balance. I waited for my body to come in contact with the ground but it never came. I opened my tightly shut eyes, all the breath was knocked out of my lungs as I stared into a mesmerizing pair of green eyes. "Mr Black?" His face was barely an inch away from mine, his breath fanned against my face.

Fluid was rapidly pooling beneath Belle's feet and running down her legs. For one long, stunned moment—Neither Ethan nor Park moved. Both men simply stared. Completely frozen. ****😳😳****

nakangiting sabi nito saka uminom. "Hayden here," singit naman nung nakapolo ng black, hindi na niya ito binutones. He looks like Michael Bublé. "Rafael here Kid," nakangiti nitong sabi saka ako inalok ng alak, "ilang taon kana ba?"

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

“You’re an embarrassment to this family.” When my stepbrother Calvin moved in, it got worse. Calvin was loud, aggressive, and built like a brick wall—everything my father wanted in an heir. He hated that I had my mother's soft green eyes and delicate features. He treated my existence like a personal insult. I gripped the edge of the cleaning cart until my knuckles turned white. I remembered wearing thick long-sleeve shirts in the middle of July so my high school teachers wouldn't see the dark purple bruises wrapping around my upper arms.