Crazy Stepdad Novels & Stories

“That’s Dominic. My husband. Your stepdad. We got married last fall. I wanted to tell you in person instead of over the phone. He’s been excited to meet you, Lana.” I stared at the empty staircase. My throat felt tight. My mind was spinning so fast I could barely form words. Stepdad? That man was my stepdad? The same man who just made my entire body react in ways I didn’t even know were possible. The same man whose handprint was probably still stinging on my mom’s ass. “Stepdad?” I finally said. My voice came out quieter than I wanted. A little shaky. “Yeah,” Mom said, patting my knee. “He’s great. You two are going to get along just fine. I know it.”

That feeling will go away once Mom moves in with my sister. "Hey." I slap the arm of the couch he’s on and that seems enough to bring him back to the present. His eyes find mine and he gives me a small smile that looks almost forced. "Hey. Did she answer?" "Yeah. Um– don’t think she wants to talk to me." I bite the inside of my left cheek as I settle on the second couch, and he nods. "That’s expected. Give her time. It’s not every day your stepfather divorces your mom and you’re moving out the next second. I’m sure she’s pretty shaken."

"I wanted to make sure you were being taken care of in juvenile hall." "It took you several reads to determine that?" Our eyes lock in the mirror, his unreadable. He doesn't respond. "You know, most stepfathers aren't this interested in their stepchildren." He replaces the bar on the squat rack with a metal rattle. "I'm not most stepfathers." He swipes a hand down his sweaty face. "So. Roller coasters." "You're telling me," I mutter. "If you're thinking of encouraging me to become an engineer as part of your Fix Sadie Plan, you're crazy. I'll never get into a good school with my kind of past."

My mood gut ruined the moment she added my step father to the equation. Cas and I were born by the same father but he died the day Cas was born after his death, Aaron (my step father) took it upon himself to take good care of our family but he never liked me, even when I tried to do so many things to please him but he has never been convinced by all my doings instead he would look for a way to talk down on me and make me feel less of myself.

“ Stop ranging girl, stop shouting like you are any saint , you know that, after all you are enjoying your sex with me and I am your step dad do why acting like you have no hands in this . I raised up my head and stared at my step dad in shock , I couldn't believe that he would say that to end, and the nerves he got to say that to my fucking face, I hated him to the core, I wasn't joking . “ you know what, I think I know exactly what to do right now, I do not care what the outcome of this is going to be but this us what I am going to do, I think it's best my mom finds out what you are really made of instead of her falling that deeply in love with you, because you are nothing but a huge disap

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I’ve always hated him. My stepdad, that smug alpha bastard named Derek, struts around our house like he owns everything—including me. He married my mom two years ago, and since then, he’s been nothing but a controlling prick. His broad shoulders, that chiseled jaw, and those piercing blue eyes make him look like some kind of wolf in human skin, always barking orders and staring at me like I’m his next meal. Mom’s too blind to see it, but I know what he is: a predator. And I’m done playing nice. Tonight, I’m getting proof of his sleaziness. I’ll record him in the shower, catch him stroking that massive cock of his, and expose him. Maybe then Mom will finally kick

I growled, grabbing his wrist and forcing his fingers faster. "Fuck the age, fuck the rules, make me yours!" Videos I watched on G****e about step daughter and step dad were all fiction until now. In my front, it's happening.

The profile of his face was perfect, as if he was a carving of some kind of god. And he was just as cold. He didn’t even look at me as I marched over and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. “These will kill you,” I complained. “It’s time to quit.” Levi paused. “Hold on.” He pressed the phone to his chest and when he looked at me, his eyes were cold. “Oh now you care about your step-father?” he sneered. I reeled, taken aback. “After you cut ties with me, after all these years, why bother pretending now?”

Lush’s POV I sat at the long dinner table in my stepdad's big house. The party was full of rich people laughing and clinking glasses. But my eyes kept going to him. Alexander Voss. My stepdad's best friend. He was a billionaire who ran huge companies. He had this bossy way about him that made my body react. His jaw was strong, his eyes blue and sharp. He yelled at the waiters to hurry up, and it made me think of him holding me down, telling me what to do.

My mom remarried a few months ago, and now there's this new guy in the house, Alex. He's not bad-looking for someone in his forties. Tall, with broad shoulders from whatever gym routine he sticks to, and this deep voice that rumbles when he says good morning, but he's my stepdad now, which makes everything weird. Mom's head over heels for him, always gushing about how stable and charming he is. Me? I try to keep my distance, and we barely talk beyond polite chit-chat at dinner.