Blair Waldorf Step Dad Novels & Stories

"Noah, I have something to tell you." Noah looked up from her suitcase, sensing the unusual seriousness in her mom's tone. "What is it, Mom?" Her mom took a deep breath as if gathering her thoughts. "Mr. Wills—well, your stepfather—he’s bought you some new clothes, shoes, and accessories. They’re all in the wardrobe." Noah froze, the sweater clutched in her hands. "What? Why would he do that?" "I think he just wants you to feel welcome and comfortable here," her mom said gently. "You don’t have to worry about your old clothes if you don’t want to. Everything you need is already here."

I won’t go and my mum can’t force me either. “Speaking about your soon to be hot step dad, you can’t deny that you find him attractive. Sexy and hot.” Lisa picked a piece of chip, rolling her tongue around in a sexy way that it was hard for me not to find it disgusting. “Just imagine all the naughty things you could do to him, and perhaps there’s a chance that he would continue what-“

Blair's smile let loose a little at the corners of his mouth as he spoke of Judy. Matthew raised an eyebrow, how had this man convinced Lionel? Blair seems to be able to see his doubts, coldly grunted, "I jumped down to the sixth floor in front of him, grandpa almost fainted in fear, then found out that I was still grasping the edge of the window, and hated to chop off my hands, probably really scared him, now he doesn't want to care about me, and he heard that Judy is pregnant, so I guess he wants to hold a great-grandchild, so he also loosened his mouth. "

"Raymond arrived not long ago; he’s just taking a shower." At the mention of her stepfather, Ginny’s expression darkened. She glanced at her mom, her tone laced with irritation. "Mom, was it really necessary to remarry? I mean, couldn’t you just wait a little longer?" Her mom’s face softened, a hint of sadness in her eyes as she reached out to touch Ginny’s arm. "Ginny, we’ve talked about this. I know it’s hard for you to accept, but I’m happy, and I think you’ll like Raymond. Just give him a chance."

God—five fucking days? With all the kisses, and the touching, the sweet praises whispered into my ears—had none of that meant anything to that bastard?! Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, perhaps I had overreacted in the beginning, but I still didn’t want him getting married to my mother! That would make him my new dad, wouldn’t it? Jesus Christ! I kissed my stepfather? Fed on him even?! My vision blurred momentarily, and I realized I had tears nearly running down my face. I ran off, not caring if anybody noticed my reaction to the news.

The profile of his face was perfect, as if he was a carving of some kind of god. And he was just as cold. He didn’t even look at me as I marched over and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. “These will kill you,” I complained. “It’s time to quit.” Levi paused. “Hold on.” He pressed the phone to his chest and when he looked at me, his eyes were cold. “Oh now you care about your step-father?” he sneered. I reeled, taken aback. “After you cut ties with me, after all these years, why bother pretending now?”

Cups clinked softly on the table as they talked about the gala—the Thorne Company had invited them to do a live painting, right in front of the city’s elite. Sarah kept staring at the invitation on the table, the Thorne Company seal burning into her eyes. “You know Damian Thorne is the owner, right?” she said, her voice low. Luca nodded. “Yeah. I know.” “He’s… my stepfather,” she added, then let out a bitter laugh. “But before that—” she stopped, swallowing hard. “Before that, he was my one-night stand.” She lied to Luca. Yes, Damian was her one-night stand at first—but she knew deep down it was more than just one night, because it kept happening. Luca was her gay friend; she was the only on

“No! Not like that. He is not… I mean, he is older but not a dad. Well, technically he is a step… I mean, he has experience with family stuff. Forget that. He is just really mature.” Sarah burst out laughing. “You almost said step something! Emelia, are you dating someone’s stepdad? That would be wild!” “No, no, no!” Emelia said quickly, her voice a little too high. She forced a laugh, trying to play it off. “I meant he has step… stepping stones in his career. Big career. Very professional. You are reading too much into it. My brain is fried from being home.” Sarah was still giggling. “You are so bad at lying. Your face is bright red. Come on, tell me the truth. Is he married? Is that the dr

She stepped out onto the balcony barefoot, letting the cold wind soak her through. She barely noticed when Christopher joined her, a jacket slung loosely over his arm. “You’ll catch your death out here,” he said. “I already did,” she murmured. “The day they killed my father.” He didn’t argue. He just stepped beside her, offering the jacket. She didn’t take it. “You’re changing,” he said after a moment. “You’re colder now.” Isla looked up at him. “You think I had a choice?” “No,” he admitted. “But I still hate watching it happen.”

Blair often joked they’d be running the world by the time they hit ten but I sometimes caught her watching them with a furrowed brow, the same concern I felt mirrored in her eyes. Tara must have noticed the oddities also. Their accelerated growth and their uncanny understanding of things no child their age should know. But she never said a word. Instead, she poured her energy into looking after them becoming a second mother in ways I hadn’t expected. I’m glad I brought her with. Blair was flourishing. For the first time since we’d fled she allowed herself to live. She started dating a someone she’d met at the gym, an independent artist named Jules.