Can You Marry Your Step-siblings Novels & Stories

His pupils were dilated. His voice was low. I shoved at his wrists, but his grip didn’t budge. “How many times have you already said this to me?” My chuckle was brittle. Hollow. My heart ached every time he said he loved me, because I remembered—he never meant it. Those words were always empty. Meaningless. “This time I mean every word I say..” He drew me closer until I could feel the heat of his breath. “I even found a place. A country that allows marriage between step-siblings. We would flee there.”

“How is it not my business when I’ve already made it clear to the media that I’ll be standing beside your ex-wife?” The words hit like a slap, cutting through the room’s forced civility ut he wasn’t finished yet. “You should take a long, hard look in the mirror,” Leo said, stepping closer to Alisa, his voice low and razor-sharp. “It’s wrong for me to be near her but perfectly fine for you to be sleeping with her sister?” He let the question hang in the air for a beat then added with biting mockery, “Besides, you two are strangers now, right? You know... divorced?”

His mum furrowed her brow, her face confused, staring at me, and my stepdad narrowed his brows down, indicating his rising anger. “Over my dead body!” My stepdad said, his voice firm, snapping Peter's excitement away from him. Peter's face turned from excitement to confusion. “You are not going to mate with this girl beneath you.” His father ordered him. “Why not?” Peter said, his voice lurking with confusion. “Because your father said so!!” His mother snapped at him, “How dare you accept this worthless thing as your mate! You are going to reject her and your engagement with Charlotte will hold!!”

“I mean, you said I'd get myself a wife and I want you to be my wife. Should I get you?” “Are you sick in the head?” Her eyes widened. “I'm your stepsibling, Mr. Adamson—” “Stepsiblings are not blood relatives, we are legally free to marry each other. There are no state laws that prohibit marriage between stepsiblings since we are not at risk of having children with genetic defects due to being close blood relatives.” He shrugged. That speech left her no words to speak. She's analyzing every detail he said. Has he gone mad? Is he crazy?

"We've been seeing each other since the wedding. We tried to stay away but we couldn't." "You're stepsiblings." Mom's voice was low. "This is wrong." "We're not blood related," Kaid reiterated. "We're two adults who fell in love." I wanted to laugh at how easily the lies came to him. Richard stood so fast his chair scraped the floor. "I won't allow this." "You don't have a say." Kaid stood too. "I'm thirty years old. Sage is twenty six. We. don't. need. your. permission."

a young woman's voice huffed, “You saw how he introduced her, right? They looked so close. Something must be going on between them.” I froze. “That’s not something you should say carelessly,” the first man said after a pause, “They’re siblings.” “STEP-siblings, meaning not biological,” the woman said, lowering her voice, “And besides, haven’t you heard the rumors?” “What rumors?” The same question echoed in my mind.

Which is the most infuriating! I get it. He’s my father’s stepbrother. We’re family. But not by blood! Why is everyone missing that? The most important of all fine prints! We’re not related by blood so it’s not illegal for us to marry! And who cares about the 17 year gap! We’re living in the times of ‘eat, pray love’, not Marie Antoinette! His Blackness seemed to read my mind, and stood his ground; arms crossed to stop himself from murdering me before I made a fool of myself yet again.

"I know all about being unable to control your feelings, but still, you’re meant to be siblings, Elizabeth." "Step siblings." I correct, and he chuckles. "Right. That. Anyway, what I think you’re right about is us having an affair behind your backs. But you’re also wrong because we told you about the wedding and asked if you had any problems with it– you both said no."

I didn't win. I’d fought. Screamed. Begged. Victoria forced me to marry Ryan anyway. At my own wedding, my stepsister Clara was the only one smiling. Her eyes glittered. Satisfaction. A family-only ceremony—stepmother, sister, Ryan’s bodyguard, and best friend. His family? Didn’t even bother to show up. The priest was too afraid to speak during the vow process, Ryan refused to say his vow, he didn't bother trying to show that he felt something. I was the only one saying my vows and happy that maybe he is going to be different.

one of the executives asked. Adrian blinked, forcing a tight smile. “Yes of course.” But he wasn’t. His mind had gone completely to Zara. Moments later, when Blake stepped away, Adrian excused himself from the group. His stride was calm, but his pulse was hammering under his collar. He reached Zara just as she turned to check on the next set of guests. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Do any of them know,” he murmured slowly, “that you replaced your sister and got married to me?”