Claimed By My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

I have to let him down nicely so our relationship won't be awkward. "Zayne, I'm flattered, I really am, but our parents are married, which makes you my stepbrother. There are way too many fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we aren't technically related." I say the words, trying to convince myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know otherwise. A look of confusion flashed across his face before he starts laughing... A gutsy laugh that I found endearing for a second until I realize he's laughing at me.

I press a hand over my face, wetting my palm with my tears. If I allow him today, I’ll allow him again tomorrow, and the days to follow. I can’t do that. He’ll soon become my stepbrother. And although we’re not related by blood, in our culture, a stepbrother is considered a brother, and we’re forbidden for each other. We’ll be shunned if news gets out. I can’t risk the humiliation that would fall on my mom. I can’t allow anyone to point accusing fingers at her, to blame her for not raising me right. That woman has given me more than just her life, and I can’t pay her back with disappointment.

He can’t go pushing away everyone good in my life. “Is this friend harmful?” he asks curiously. “No, he’s just a simple guy focusing on his studies. He’s the only friend I’ve ever had,” I mumble, embarrassed, though it doesn’t seem to surprise him. “But why would your stepbrother do that?” Somehow, I feel better sharing it with someone for the first time, even though I barely know this person. I must be extremely angry. “Caden’s my stepbrother, and he’s been cruel to me since our parents met.”

"Dona, I told you about this already. Peter will be moving in soon, and he's coming with his son." My hand froze mid-slice, “What?” I gasped. "Wh... Who the FUCK?!" "Language!" She looked over her shoulder like she hadn’t just casually ruined what was left of my good morning. "Who.... in God's name is my stepbrother?" “A nice boy, and he's joining us for breakfast this morning.” My mother waved a flippant hand around. “Since when do I have a stepbrother?” I asked. "You guys aren't even married!"

He scratched the back of his head. "Don't worry, I'll get to share one in soonest promise. I'll just think first where and who," he added. "Oh, I know something naughty," he grinned. "Do you ever feel, like or dream of having sex with your step? Yes, stepbrother or stepsis." I just got frozen from what I heard. WHAT DID HE JUST SAID? "Haha, I'm just joking jeez. I don't have one," he added a moment later.

Since she was the one chosen to me by the Moon goddess, it's only right that I claim her as my mate. " And how many times am I telling you that I will never agree with that bitch to be part of my family?” my mother shouted, a glare fixed on her face. “ She is my sister Mom, she is already part of this family. Whether you like it or not, I am taking her as my mate." I made my stand known before walking away.

After a few seconds, we broke from the hug, and Jackson let out a sigh as he stared at me. “Are you okay?” He asked me, looking at my pale face. “I’m fine bro.” My voice sounded low, “I’m just worried.” “Thea told me she's your mate… and our…” He paused, placing his hand on my shoulder, “Should I say, step-sister?” I nodded my head a little in affirmation. “I’m so sorry man, for what Mum and Dad did to her,” Jack spoke with his face etched with sadness. “Don't be,” I spoke, furrowing my brow in anger as he mentioned them.

Name of ex-fiancé: Grayson Thorne. The name hit like a blow. His eyes tracked it twice, three times, before reality locked into place. Grayson. That bastard. Of all the men in the world… it had to be that arrogant, two-faced, shit-head of a stepbrother. The paper burned in his grip. His skin felt too tight for his body, the air around him pressing in until he didn’t know if he wanted to laugh, rage, or punch his fist through the wall. “How the fuck did this happen?” he growled, throwing the file over the railing; the papers scattered like petals in the wind.

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.