Dating My Stepson Novels & Stories

Not even a flicker of memory. “I suppose I should thank you, then,” I said, setting down my glass. “If it weren’t for your stepson’s treachery, I might still be worshiping at the altar of a false god.” Alaric tilted his head slightly. “Is that why you’re here? To unmake him?” I let the question hang. Let him taste the weight of it. “I haven’t decided yet,” I said finally. “I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.”

I want to tell him to throw me down on the ground and fuck me, right here. But I'm nervous. It's not going to be my first time- that honor goes to my tenth grade boyfriend. But he's the only one I've been with, not like Marcus who's been with lots of girls. What if I don't measure up? “Of course not,” I say. “We’re not even related.” But I’m lying about the fact that we’re stepsiblings not being a big deal. Maybe it wouldn't be a big deal here in Dallas, but I can’t even imagine the kind of drama it would cause in Manhattan. My mother would be horrified. I can already picture her face going white, the hand that clutches her cocktail glass shaking as she realizes her only daughter is hooking

“I will be here as short as possible. I have a job lined up, I start on Monday, and I will be out of here as soon as I have my feet back on the ground.” “Take as much time as you need, darling.” My stepmother said. My father got married a couple of years ago. With this marriage, brought a stepbrother, Damian. He was older, in his late thirties. We had met a couple of times; we got along fine. I guess it’s strange to have a new stepbrother when you are 24 and he is 37.

Sometimes, she forgets I'm her twenty-two year old child. “When do I meet this bag of goodies?” I tease her like I've been doing since she tells me about my soon-to-be stepdad. She giggles like a teenager in love. “He’s away for a business trip. But he’ll be back by dinner. He wants to meet you and also, it will be a family dinner.” That makes my stomach flutter. My mom already told me that her fiance has a son. I've always wanted a sibling but the thought of having a stepbrother gives me mixed feelings.

Stephan, however, shook his head and said: "Just me and a small party came, at least for now. My father had urgent commitments in the Eurasian kingdom, but he and my mother should be back in Tresoria in about two weeks. So, I believe we can pick up where we left off before that fiasco that would have been the party to announce that we're together. What do you think?" "Sounds like a plan," I muttered to him, my face blank. I've had so much on my plate lately that the last thing I needed was a fiancé I didn't want. Unfortunately, I still thought all of this was inevitable and although I had asked the heavens countless times for a solution to this problem, no bright idea had come up until now.

They believe he let his real love get away. That was the girl he dated through high school and the first two years in college. She dumped him over text and moved overseas. I don’t know why they’re still hung up on her. Adrian has moved on. He shuts them down whenever they bring her up. My family is no better. My stepfather thinks of me as a parasite that refuses to leave him alone. The only reason he associates with me is because of Adrian. Both he and my mother are hoping they can convince him to cheat on me with my older stepsister.

I say instead, keeping my voice level. "Surprised?" Dad's eyebrows rise. "You and Bryson already know each other from school. I thought that would make this easier." If only he knew. If only I could tell him that his new stepson and I have been at each other's throats for weeks. That every interaction we've had has ended in humiliation or anger. The sight of Bryson makes my blood boil and my chest tight in ways I don't want to think about. "Yeah, well. It's complicated."

Dane is completely ours, he is our son, and we have never been happier. Between everything I also had an encounter with Colton, I just don't understand what is wrong with him, I thought he was moving on. I later found out that he also met Stephen and had a conversation with him, I can't believe Colton has gone to the extent of telling Stephen that I am using him. Stephen wouldn't have said anything to me if I didn't force him to after my encounter with Colton, I sighed as I recalled his words, I still can't believe how he tried to create misunderstandings between Stephen and me.

His mum furrowed her brow, her face confused, staring at me, and my stepdad narrowed his brows down, indicating his rising anger. “Over my dead body!” My stepdad said, his voice firm, snapping Peter's excitement away from him. Peter's face turned from excitement to confusion. “You are not going to mate with this girl beneath you.” His father ordered him. “Why not?” Peter said, his voice lurking with confusion. “Because your father said so!!” His mother snapped at him, “How dare you accept this worthless thing as your mate! You are going to reject her and your engagement with Charlotte will hold!!”

Yes, he took the initiative, and the next day he went home and spoke to my father, saying he wanted to date me and, out of respect, thought it would be better to ask for permission. I was a fool, a sucker, deluded, and stupid. I thought it was all beautiful. After all, what man nowadays goes to a girl's family home to ask her father for permission to date her? I bet none of them do, do they? Right! Of course, my father allowed it, and he was very happy to do so. We even had a dinner party to celebrate the occasion; Stephan's family, consisting of his father and mother, came, and that's how our relationship began. Stephan was always very restrained, and when I say always, I mean always. We ba