Claimed By My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

He eyed me. "I spread out my clothes for your Killian. The floor is too cold for him, even though we are not together anymore that doesn't mean that I shouldn't care for..." I swallowed my words back before finishing. "doesn't mean that I shouldn't care for my step brother" Oh God! I hope this doesn't end up as my situation in real life. Imagine upgrading from Killian’s wife to his step-brother? That word "step-brother" never crossed my mind.

she explained and I swallowed hard at the mention of his name again and although I told myself I didn't wanna think of this morning anymore, I couldn't stop my travelling thoughts from going wherever it is they wanted and they swinged back and forth from this morning, to the night he told me of his mother's return and over to that morning at the office he said something about my coat that led to our step father conversation. This means, My Father is the Step Dad Adrian spoke of?? Adrian is my Step Brother???

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

When he opened them, the fire was smothered in ice. “Because nothing is the same now,” he said firmly. “Your mother mar­ried into my family. I am your step-uncle. That makes this wrong.” The word struck me as though it was a stone, tugging at the part of me that had attempted—God, I’d attempted—to feel sick about this. To hate myself for it.

⚠️WARNING⚠️:For matured readers only. This book contains explicit sex scenes, betrayal, age gap( 25 and 52), raw heat, dark lust, forbidden love, possessive Alpha, and dominance. This story isn't sweet. It's not gentle. It's raw, dark, built on extreme forbidden tension. If you can't handle heating, knotting, dark fantasies, drenched taboo obsession, sin that should never exist and an Alpha that will go any length to claim what's his… then drop this book now. Because baby? This story is not your usual sugar-coated, easy romance. There’s nothing pure. Nothing safe or wholesome here. Okay… Okay… I’ve warned you enough and you’re still here. Well, buckle up, because by the end of

The man I had just spent the night with. The same freaking Lorenzo who had fuck me senselessly I could still feel him is my mom's step son…. My stepbrother? A smirk on his face as he offered me a handshake. “I'm sure we will get along just fine, if not more than fine”.

“Mate. My mate. Stop running from what we are.” My wolf surged forward, howling in agreement as the fated bond flared white-hot. I gasped, arching into his touch even as fear spiked through me. Anyone could walk in….; the staff, his fiancée Brielle, my own mother. We were step-siblings now. Forbidden. But none of that mattered when his lips hovered a breath from mine. I wanted him to ruin me all over again— “Mommy?” The dream shattered. I jolted upright, elbow sending fabric swatches flying. My heart hammered, skin damp with sweat. The dim studio lamp cast long shadows over mood boards and sketches. Kade Blackwood stared back from the open business magazine…. sharp jaw, cold commanding prese

“You made it.” He grinned, tossing his towel over his shoulder. “You doubted me?” “Not for a second.” He laughed. “That’s a lie.” “Maybe,” I said, smiling. “You fit right in though.” “Not sure if that’s a good thing,” he said, lowering his voice. “Your stepbrother looked like he wanted to murder me the whole time.” I sighed. “He looks like that at everyone.” “Yeah, but I think with me, it’s personal.”

“Did he look too serious, or was a wearing a smile.” “He looked too serious.” I said, the words seemed to drag themselves from my throat. “There, you have your answer!” she said. “I don't get, what answer are you talking about?” I asked, shaking my head softly. “If it's what I think it is, then it seems you aren't going to find it easy in there.” she said. “He is my stepbrother.” I said, trying to remind her. “I don't think this should be a competition. If I'm older, then I get it. And if he is, then he gets to be the CEO. That's the way it should be.”

“And my son is going to love you. He’s always wanted a brother.” I froze. “I’m sorry… did you say son?” “Yes,” she laughed like it was the most normal thing in the world. “He’s at a frat party at the naval academy tonight, you should go too. I know you’re starting your summer job tomorrow, but you’ll meet some students, maybe bond with your new stepbrother.” I swing toward my dad. “You didn’t mention a stepbrother.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I… figured you’d meet him soon enough.”