Claimed By My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

He groaned as I shifted in his lap , as I could feel a hard thing pricking me underneath…making me squirm. “So my mum called this morning, and told me about the brunch she wants us to come to… on Tuesday,” I started, monitoring his reaction. “and she invited your bro— stepbrother.” I almost choked on the word. He didn't react at first, or say anything. Just kept quiet. “We don't have to go, honestly.” I added, pecking his cheek. “Brunch with your family? And that bastard was invited? He just doesn't know when to stop.” He scoffed and looked away.

I stood near the edge of the family section in a soft grey dress that felt too formal for how hollow my chest had become, and watched my mother walk toward the altar on the arm of a man I still barely knew. Richard waited for her with the same composed expression he wore at every dinner. My mother’s smile was perfect and distant. I searched their faces for something real some spark, some private warmth and found almost nothing. They looked like two people completing a transaction. The realization sat cold in my stomach. What was pushing her into this? Money? Security? Something else she had never told me? The questions circled while the officiant began to speak, and none of them had answers.

Or maybe I was exaggerating. But I had no idea the man I called my stepbrother would be so angry about it. He wasn’t just mad that I came to his office—he was furious that I introduced myself as his stepsister. And he made that very clear within seconds of me entering. “I’m your stepbrother? Why the fuck would you tell anyone I’m related to a bastard?” he yelled, throwing a paperweight in my direction. It barely missed me but left a huge dent in the wall.

I said, gripping a handful of my hair, trying to breathe steady. “You mean you've met him somewhere before? Do I know him?” Melissa asked. “It's Sky,” I said. “What? You're kidding me, right?” she laughed lightly and added, “What are the odds?” I remained silent. I don't know why she finds it funny, but to me, it's not. “Wait… you're not kidding?” “It's true. Sky is my stepbrother,” I said flatly. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing, is it?” she said.

Chapter 7 José My Stepbrother Adeline "No, there's no way in hell I'll stay anywhere with you!" I yell at my stepbrother José. I can't believe our parents willingly sent us off to bond. Knowing this slimy bastard he probably held them to gunpoint for them to agree. And all for what? Just so he can fuck with me whenever he likes. Nope, not happening. "Well, I'm already here and there's nothing you can do about it." He relaxes on the couch with a smirk on his face.

For as long as I could remember, my step brother had been trying to prove he was the better son even when my father wasn't his father. He had always tried to prove that he was the most responsible one. The one who deserved to inherit everything. And I wasn’t stupid—I knew he wanted me out of the picture. So I typed again: — You don’t need to worry about me. Go kiss Dad’s ass and leave me the fuck alone. It seemed like he had paused and then, another message popped up. — I could talk to him for you. Make him see that this isn’t a big deal. I rolled my eyes at his audacity, who does this punk think he is.

With that, he abruptly ended the call. Everything about the way he spoke grated on my nerves. Oh, how I wished I could magically get my hands on him and tear him apart. Alfred was my stepbrother, and he had always been the black sheep of the family. Our father had dealt with him on several occasions before his passing. After his demise, we discovered that he had left all his possessions to me.

Hearing this fake wolf inside me is giving me all the reasons to confirm my doubt. ‘Probably yes, maybe no, but you are not having any relationship with him—that's not something I can assure you. He is your step-brother and even ready to fuck you. How can you claim he is nothing when that's something I don't feel at all?’ he answered in a calm voice, as if we were having some normal conversation. I would love to kill this piece of shit -fucker!

“He’s just my stepbrother.” Richard rubbed the back of his neck, looking tired. “Still. He bought your mom that house and gave you the car when you came back from abroad. As your brother, he’ll probably take the request seriously.” “Stepbrother,” I corrected, my voice sharper than I intended. He gave a small shrug. “Just think about it, okay? We’re running out of options here.” I didn’t answer. I just grabbed my keys and headed for the door. Richard quickly grabbed his jacket. “I’ll go with you.”

"...Well, no." The first time she’d seen Asher at her dad’s place, she’d been stunned by how handsome he was. That night, when they all went out to eat, she’d secretly snapped a picture of his side profile to show off to her friends—her "stepbrother" outshone all the heartthrobs from the teen dramas they’d watched. Wendy pulled up the photo and held up her phone for everyone to see, only to be met with even louder laughter.