Blair Waldorf Step Dad Novels & Stories

"Get away from me, you psycho!" But he whipped out his phone, started a live stream, and began screaming at the passersby. "Everyone, look! "This is Alera, my legal stepdaughter. For ten years, I took care of her mom and kept her perfectly satisfied. From the balcony to the kitchen and bathroom, I satisfied her mom in every corner of the house. "But now that she's a CEO, she refuses to give me a dime when I ask. I guess all these years of looking after her mom were for nothing!"

My voice came out hoarse, cracked from screaming and moaning the night before. “Liliana, thank God. My stepdad is back from Spain earlier than expected. He’s here at the Airbnb right now, asking questions about the wedding plans, about us, about the company merger stuff we were supposed to finalize. Everything’s falling apart. I need you here. Please. I’m begging you.”

Next was Ralph, my Step-Father before Shane, who gave me a full body scan with his eyes as he entered, obviously appreciating the way my body looked in a bikini. Patrick, my new Father-in-Law, came through next. He was clearly eager to play with my tits again, his wife wasn’t packing anything like the kind of hardware I always carried in my bra. Tristan, my first ever Step-Father, groped my ass as he entered and I smiled, thinking about his long cock and how good it felt inside me. Last through the door was my adopted Dad, Blake, who sported the biggest dick I had ever been impaled on, thank goodness he’d agreed to join in on my wedding night or I may never have known about it.

Trevor would kill him for sure, and then we would definitly have a war on our hands. Suddenly Blair stepped in between Trevor and my Father. Blair was my cousin, my Fathers brothers son. We were the same age and we had been pretty close our entire lives. So to see him here on the opposite side of me was upsetting. I didn't want anything to happen to Blair. "Trevor, please" I pleaded as his jaws went towards Blairs face. He was still in human form. Blair closed his eyes tightly as Trevors giant wolf form came at him. He paused when he heard me in his head, not taking his eyes off of Blair or Alpha Jones. Blair stuck his arm out as my Father shifted back again into his human form, I pushed my

“Just be careful. Big events come with big eyes watching.” “I’m aware,” I said. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Good.” She walked away, her heels clicking against the floor. That night, my mother confronted me. We sat in my room, the lights low, Andre already asleep in the next room. “You’re getting involved,” she said bluntly. “I’m working,” I replied. “With Mason,” she added. I sighed. “Mother..” “You never told me Andre’s father was a werewolf,” she said suddenly.

said Steph as they left the dining area. "Wait," Said their father, Mr. Jackson "Yes, dad." "Why don't I drop you today?" "Thanks, but no, dad. I like walking. It's part of my exercise. Besides, aren't you dropping Sheila and John at school? It won't be enough for all of us, so we better walk." Replied Steph, not sounding sarcastic or something Since their stepmom came to live with them, their lives have significantly changed, and their dad no longer paid attention to them like he used to. That has become a pain for them; unlike their mother, Sheila and John were good kids. That was until Sheila slept with her boyfriend.

Blair knocked. Immediately the door opened. A man not older than fifty opened the door. Hazel eyes, dark black hair, full height. He was Blair's dad perhaps. He looked handsome for a man whose simple wrinkles had started to show. "Hello dad." Blair broke the silence. So he was his father. "Blair." Daniel, Blair's father he had mentioned so many times welcomed him with a warm hug. "I am guessing you must be Levon Quinn, the girl my son has not stopped chirping about." Daniel smiled genuinely at her.

“What kind of news?“ “I’m… getting married,” she announced, voice bright like it was supposed to be good news. I froze. “What?” “I know it’s sudden but…” “Mom, how many times have I told you I don’t want a stepdad? Dad’s been gone a year. A year! You can’t just replace him!” My voice cracked despite myself. “I just want it to be us. That’s enough.” “Talia, calm down. It’s not just anyone,” she said softly. “He’s decent. From a respected family. You will understand once you meet him.”

Julian loomed over me, his thumb reaching out to trace the line of my jaw, his touch searing hot against my frozen skin. “I sat at that dinner table for a thousand days, Elara. I watched you go from a girl to a woman. I watched every boy who tried to get close to you, and I made sure they disappeared. I played the doting stepfather because I had to. Because the ‘claim’ wasn’t legal yet.” He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. I could hear his heart beating—steady, slow, and ruthless. “But she’s in the ground now. The bridge is burned. I don’t have to call you ‘daughter’ anymore. And you sure as hell don’t have to call me ‘father.’”

I blurted out, feeling embarrassed as flashes of him between my legs replayed in my mind. "And here is your sign of agreement!" The man turned to another, a blonde-haired man behind him, who handed him a document. "Y-You made me sign those?" I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes. A one-year contract marriage? "I know, but you did it. And in exchange, you were able to..." "Please stop!" I was already beside him, too embarrassed, realizing what he was about to say. "Now, do you agree to go with me?" "B-But you are my husband’s stepfather."