Caught By Step Novels & Stories

the man hummed in consideration, “That is unfortunate. Perhaps the Lycan hiding in the bushes might be useful, after all.” Stephan didn’t have time to react before a shock went through him. The last thing he knew was being dragged out of his hiding spot and toward the entrance to the Facility. At least he had achieved one goal, he thought, just before he lost consciousness.

My phone keeps ringing, and I keep ignoring it. After a while, I see her mutter something and stand still for a few seconds before turning around and exiting the compound. I'm sorry Esther, I had to waste your time today. But on the bright side, you passed the test. We'd see next time. Just not today.

The dining room doors flung open and a voice echoed across the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said. A voice I recognized. "Some idiot jumped in front of my car." My heart froze immediately. I slowly turned my head and boom! It was him. The guy from the road. He froze when he saw me. His eyes widened, then narrowed into a dangerous stare. "You?" he whispered, his jaw clenched. Mom smiled nervously. "Cole, this is Liam. Your new stepbrother. I've told you about him, now you finally meet him.” She smiled warmly.

What if he realized that there was someone better out there? “But what if you meet someone else?” I asked quietly, my voice trembling with the vulnerability I hated showing. “Someone who isn’t your step-sister… Someone who’s… better for you?” Alex’s hand reached out, his fingers gently threading through mine. The warmth of his touch calmed some of the storm brewing inside me, but it didn’t make the fear disappear.

I hastily threw on my coat and rushed out of my room, nearly colliding with an equally panicked Lydia. "What do we do?" She grabbed my arm in terror. "I'm scared! Elena, I don't want to die!" "Don't be afraid. We'll figure something out together." I tried to comfort her while scanning for an escape route. But the fire spread too quickly. The staircase was already blocked by flames. Thick smoke billowed up from below, and we were trapped on the second floor. "Damon!" Lydia leaned out the left window, screaming for help. "Save me! Please save me!"

He told me, "Don't cry. You'll get through this. One step at a time." That candy was so sweet that I felt enveloped in it, and Rolf's comfort helped me through. My mother got better, and I started searching for him everywhere. I always believed he brought me luck, that it was meant to be. I stared at the candy and reached out my trembling hand to take it. The candy tasted bitter, so bitter that it hurt deep inside. It turned out that he was poison wrapped in sugar all along. I was just too stupid to realize it.

Do you really think he'll always be there for you? [You can tell he hasn't gotten over me. Why don't you let go of him already?] Attached to the message was a transfer of 5 million dollars. [This should be enough to compensate you for your time, right? Don't be too greedy. In the end, you'll end up with nothing.] Her rant didn't even make me bat an eye. After seeing the transfer, I smirked, pulled my hand away from Marshall's, and sent a message. [Alright, I'll give you a chance.]

"Right, child." Maris took a step forward to the right, but got confused once again by the voices having an argument in her head. "Fine!" A different voice yelled, a voice that sounded like that of a whistle. "She can take the right." Maris took the right and stopped again when she had to wait for the voices to say left or right. "Right." They sang in one tone. Just as Maris was about to take the right, the smoke from a burning bush rode the air into her nose. She coughed and was suddenly distracted. With her nose high, she followed the smoke of the bush that was ablaze.

She simply stood in place, staring at the egg until the man ordered her to move on to the next one. Wait, she was tempted to say. This one. She had felt something. Could still feel it now. Maybe this was the waking of the sleeping energy. But just to be sure, she obeyed and moved on without a word to the next egg. It might have been a fluke or a figment of her overexcited, hopeful imagination.. The chances that the first egg she touched was receptive were ridiculously unlikely. Bastien had explained yesterday that he expected no more than a handful at best out of the hundreds that littered the room. It would be an arduous process to find them, he had promised. This must have been a mistake.

she asked. I cleared my throat, feigning ignorance, having not the slightest interest in keeping this conversation going, but after she looked me dead in the eyes and lied— “Theo… son,” she called, latching her grip onto my hand, stopping me to a halt. “I was worried for you. I saw the way he looked at you… I saw how he cared for you when you had been in a coma. I knew he felt things for you, and it was totally wrong. He is your stepbrother… your—”