Claimed By My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“He's someone from my past that I have tried very hard to get rid of.” “Your past…like an old boyfriend?” I wrinkled my nose with disgust. “No, like my stepfather's son.” No matter how many times I said that admission out loud, it still felt wrong. It was his turn to look at me with disgust. I could only imagine what he was assuming. Hell, had it been someone else in my shoes, I’d probably go there too. My own stepbrother wanted me like the fucking creep he was. “You had a fling with your stepbrother?”

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

She stood there, adjusting her coat, her expression as flat as a frozen lake. “Oh my God, Chris…” Lisa rushed toward her next. “Thank God you both are okay.” Chris gave her a small smile. Then she looked straight at me. “Yeah,” she said coolly. Her voice dipped with sarcasm. “Thanks to my stepbrother.” The word hit like a blade sliding between my ribs. Stepbrother. The audacity of it. As if five minutes ago she hadn’t been melting in my arms. As if I hadn’t been breathing her in like a man addicted.

He catches me after class on a Wednesday, which feels like the kind of detail that shouldn’t matter but does because Wednesdays used to be the most boring day of my week and now a man with grey eyes and clawed intentions is pulling me into a stairwell between the second and third floor of the humanities building while students flow past the door ten feet away. His hand is on my wrist and he steers me through the fire door and into the concrete echo chamber of the back stairs and the door swings shut behind us and the hallway noise cuts to nothing and we are alone in a space that smells like old paint and industrial cleaner and the leather of his jacket. “Knox, we can’t keep–” “Keep what?” “T

“My stepbrother’s mouth on me. Making me cum even when everything is falling apart.” I came hard, shaking against his face. He stood up, freed himself, and thrust into me on the couch. “Take me,” he growled. “All of me.” I wrapped my legs around him. “Yes. Fuck me. Claim me.” He moved deep and steady, eyes locked on mine. “You’re mine. No matter what this blackmailer does. Say it.” “I’m yours. Only yours. My stepbrother owns me.” We came together, holding each other tight.

"Because then I get to have a genuinely good time breaking you apart, and I get to use you as the link that pulls him all the way in. Two birds, one stone." "You're sick," I said. "We're all sick in this story, sunshine." He said it so casually it almost sounded reasonable. "You fuck your brother—" "He is my stepbrother," I snapped, and I felt the rawness of it leave my mouth before I could stop it, the desperation to make him understand even when some part of me already knew it didn't matter to him. "He is my stepbrother and he is my mate. The bond is real. It is not what you are making it sound like."

“I know Im surprised too, she told me today, said she was scared of telling me that, he is about your age actually “, he said. “Finally Im getting a brother yayy”. “You’re talking things too far,I didn’t say we are getting married. She’s just coming for dinner and she wants to relocate permanently here if she sees the town is good enough for her”, he said. “So thats why Youre here bubbling with joy, look at the way youre smiling “. He blushed deeply, “Shes a really sweet woman, honestly “, he said. “Well I can’t wait to meet my new step mom and my new step brother “, I teased.

But it was Cassian, the last person in the world that I should trust. The only person I shouldn't give out my heart and vulnerability to. It probably wouldn't be the first time he used the eye tactics on a naive woman. "Whether or not it's a lie, I see no reason why it should be a problem to me. Afterall, you're not but my stepbrother." "Celeste-" "So once again - congratulations, stepbrother.” I said and walked away, ignoring my wolf that cussed me out several times for that stupid move.

he beckons to me, leaving me utterly astonished by the unexpected turn of events. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks—could this man be my stepbrother? The shock of being referred to as his sister reverberates through me, as I recall having no brother. As he withdraws from embracing my mother, he shares his sorrow, expressing his frustration over the sudden loss of his father. "I'm devastated that my father left us in this way. It's hard to pinpoint his killer as he had numerous enemies," he mourns softly. I flutter my eyelashes, mesmerized by the richness of his voice. A wave of forbidden thoughts crosses my mind—could it be wrong to feel a stir of attraction towards my stepbrother

“If I hadn’t gone to him on my own, he wouldn’t have been able to kidnap me.” Timothy's eyes filled with concern as he looked at me. "How long has he been harassing you for money? Was he like this when you lived with him?" Taking a deep breath, I looked back at Timothy. It was time to be truthful, even though it was a truth I hardly wanted to acknowledge. "Bruce was my stepbrother, but I hardly considered him my sibling," I began, my voice trembling. "He was the reason I left home suddenly all those years ago.”