Claimed By My Stepbrother Novelas e Histórias

Four years ago, Evan Brooks walked away from Ryan Hale, the boy who was his first love, his everything after catching him in what looked like a betrayal. Shattered and humiliated, Evan swore he’d never let Ryan close again but fate doesn’t care about promises. Now, their parents’ whirlwind marriage has made them stepbrothers. The boy Evan once loved and hated is suddenly living under the same roof, looking hotter, cockier, and more untouchable than ever. Evan tells himself he’s over it. He tells himself Ryan is his past but every stare feels like a dare. Every smirk is a reminder of the nights they once burned for each other. Ryan has his own secret, he never cheated. He’s been waiting for a second chance… even if it means breaking every rule in the book. And when the truth comes out, one question will remain— Was their love always doomed, or is the real danger finally giving in?

Liana is tired of her mother’s constant marriages and moving out , her mother is getting married to an Alpha and she has no choice but to join her to the pack. Liana ends up crossing paths with her mate who thinks she’s a thief, it’s more shocking when she realizes they are step siblings. Jace can’t stay away from Liana even when he thinks he should due to the fact that they are step siblings. Liana and Jace end up playing with fire, will they overcome the obstacles that will come their way?

Seven years ago, Sienna Blake fled New York with nothing but a broken heart and a secret that could destroy the Blackwood empire. Now the death of her stepfather, Harlan Blackwood, drags her back to the one place she swore she’d never return—the sprawling estate where she once fell for her forbidden stepbrother… and where their fated mate bond nearly consumed them both. Kade Blackwood is colder, darker, and more dangerous than the man she left behind. He’s engaged to the perfect heiress, poised to inherit the pack and the fortune. But the moment Sienna steps onto the property, the bond between them ignites again—raw, violent, and impossible to ignore. One touch and she’s burning. One look and she’s drowning in memories of his hands, his growl, his teeth at her throat. She came for the funeral. She never expected Harlan’s final video will to rip open every lie: Sienna isn’t just Harlan’s stepdaughter—she’s his biological heir. And the six-year-old son she’s hidden from the world carries the true Blackwood bloodline. But the Blackwood pack is built on betrayal. Kade’s fiancée is pregnant with another man’s child and willing to kill to keep her crown. Sienna’s own mother is playing a deadly game with the council. And when masked wolves snatch Sienna’s son in the night, the only man who can help her get him back is the one she can’t afford to trust. In a world of blood oaths, fated claims, and million-dollar secrets, Sienna must choose: run again and lose everything… or surrender to the stepbrother who still owns her body, her wolf, and her soul. Some bonds don’t break. Some secrets don’t stay buried.

Sara Beck thought losing a client was the worst part of her week until one reckless night with Dame Casian, a man she’s spent years despising, changed everything and left her haunted with a memory she can’t erase. She hates him… or so she thought. But nothing prepares her for the real nightmare: her mother’s sudden engagement to Dame’s father. Now, the man she slept with, her worst enemy, is about to become her stepbrother, and maybe the only man who truly sees her. Suddenly, she’s caught in a twisted web of forbidden attraction, hidden pasts, and a family merger that feels more like a trap. But can she trust him, or is she setting herself up for heartbreak? And just when she starts to question everything, a message on Dame’s phone reveals a truth she wasn’t ready for.

Briana stared at the floor, avoiding her father's penetrating gaze. "Who is the guy that got you pregnant? Answer me!" George asked his daughter grimly. "You never introduced your boyfriend to us, daughter," Rosita, her stepmother, chimed in. Briana dared not look in Jack's direction, fearing that her stepmother's observant eyes might connect the dots. She can't tell them that the guy who got her pregnant was none other than her stepbrother, Jack. "Um, I have a one-night stand with his good-looking guy, whom I met at the party last month. I forgot to take anti pregnancy pills, that's why I got pregnant with his child." Briana told them the lie that she had practiced two weeks ago. George sighed deeply and said, "Alright, can you bring this guy to me? I would like to meet him." Briana blanched, the color draining out of her face.

The night I caught my boyfriend cheating on me with my best friend shattered me and if he could betray me with my best friend, then I’d betray him in the most brutal way possible, seducing the one man he swore was off-limits. His uncle.Caesar Dominic Calder. Cold. Ruthless. A notorious playboy billionaire who ruined women for sport. Too powerful to resist. Too dangerous to control. A man whispered about scandals, feared in boardrooms, and fantasized about in bedrooms.I thought it would be just a sweet, simple revenge—a filthy, reckless one-night stand to scorch my ex where it hurt most. But when Ceasar discovered I used him, I didn’t get rage. I didn’t get punished. And he didn’t push me either. Instead, he got me pinned against his office wall, his hand wrapped around my throat, his mouth at my ear, growling, “You want revenge, kitten? I’ll give you revenge. But don’t forget—you’re mine now.”Now I’m torn between destroying my ex…and surrendering to the only man who makes me feel alive. The man I should never want. The man who could ruin me as easily as he ruins everyone else. My ex’s uncle.It took me a while to realize this wasn’t about revenge anymore. It’s about him and me, drowning in his darkness, his touch, and his claim. I crave him every second of my life. I should run. I should fight it. But every time he breaks me, I beg for more.And worst of all? I’m falling for him. My ex’s forbidden uncle.

"We can't do this," I whispered, even as Jamie's fingers traced my jaw. "Tell me to stop," he commanded, his grey eyes darkening with desire. I should have. But instead: "I can't." His hand slid beneath my shirt. "This is wrong." "Then stop touching me." "I can't." His voice was raw. "Every night I think about you. About this." When his mouth finally claimed mine, it tasted like sin and salvation. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, and reality dissolved. "Right now, you're mine," he growled against my neck. "Even knowing what it costs?" I gasped. "Even then." What happened in that kitchen was unforgivable. Beautiful and terrible and absolutely devastating. But our secret didn't stay buried. When a mysterious text arrives—*"I saw what you did"*—followed by photos taken through my window, I realize someone was watching. Someone knows. And they're not just threatening to tell Aiden. They're playing a twisted game where we're all pieces on the board. As paranoia turns to obsession and obsession bleeds into violence, I face an impossible truth: the person I should fear most might be the one I thought I knew best. **Some secrets refuse to stay buried. Some desires demand everything. And some love stories end in blood.**

⚠️ Reader Advisory: This story contains steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance. Recommended for readers 18+ who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth. ~ “I’m going to turn every dirty page you’ve ever read into your reality, Teyana.” And Jeremy Carter did. ~ It started with a simple party dare and ended with my legs wrapped around the ever-addictive Jeremy Carter’s waist. I never thought the boy who never noticed the nerdy me in high school, the emotionally unavailable biker god I’d secretly fantasized about, would become my stepbrother. Or that I would find a naked painting of myself hidden in his closet — painted by his own twisted hands. Jeremy is inked sin, raw dominance, and a filthy mouth. I was just the quiet, virgin bookworm, that took solace in dark romance novels… until he dragged me into his dangerous world of racing, rage, and ruin. I should run. I should regret it. But when a man like Jeremy Carter kisses you, there’s no coming back. But what happened when family, friends, and even the campus tried to pull us apart? This is the story of how I got ruined by the one man I might never have… and how I let him.

For ten long years, Gloria put up with Victor' Anderson's cold heart, his cheating, and the shame of being a wife he didn't want anymore all to protect their daughter, Annabel. Then one day, she snapped. “I want a divorce,” she said. Victor laughed at her, like a cruel joke. To him, Gloria was nothing without his name, his money, his control. Her family depended on him for survival. She came from poor roots and would go back to nothing. “You'll come crawling back,” he said with a mean smile. “You always do.” But this time, she didn't. With no money, no job skills, and a child to care for, Gloria left her fancy life for a hard, unknown world. She promised to start over, no matter how tough it got. The real world was dark and cruel. Jobs turned her away. Money ran out. Bills piled up. Fear for Annabel's future choked her like a tight grip. In her desperation, she went to the one man she knew was dangerous Lukas Anderson. Victor's younger stepbrother. He was a rich boss, a famous womanizer, a man who broke hearts as easy as he signed deals. For years, he had wanted Gloria, staring at her body, dreaming of her in secret ways. Helping her was simple. Owning her? Even better. “You need money. I need you,” he whispered, his voice low and tempting, his hands brushing her skin. “Work for me… and I'll give you what your husband never did. Safety. Power. And pleasure you can't imagine.” Now Gloria is stuck between two bad men: the husband who broke her… and the stepbrother who wants to take her body and soul in a storm of dark, hungry sex.

His magnificently beautiful eyes looked into mine with possessiveness. I exhaled out a shuddered breath, and he grabbed my jaw. “This is not who you are to me, Isabella. And I want more than what we have. Understood?” The dominance in his tone was obvious, while his words sounded like a fantasy I’ve always dreamt of. More than what we have. More than step-brother. ______________________________ I, a 19-year-old girl, had always had a secret crush on someone I shouldn’t have. That’s right—it was none other than Achilles Roman, my stepbrother, who was two years older than me. I had kept my feelings dumped in a Tupperware box for as long as I could remember. But how could I control myself when he himself started making moves on me? And what should I do when I realize that he was nowhere near the Achilles I thought I knew? Read to find out.