Days With My Step Sister Light Novel Novels & Stories

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

School got me busy and I had very little time for writing or even social media. But now I’m back. I already completed Crave if anyone is also waiting for that, and some of you might have not seen the note there, but I’ll complete my stepbrother this June. I’m already rereading the chapters to get familiar with the plot again and it’s been written. Once I have enough chapters that won’t leave you hanging in between (which is very soon. In a few more days I think.) I’ll start uploading them. Thank you so much for being patient with me and for being devoted to James and Elizabeth’s story.

Will Her father is obviously disappointed that we'll only be staying one night. I’m surprised when Stephanie’s response is to tell him that she left everything in order before she went to Sloane’s birthday party. She told me she has been acting as Luna, but I didn’t realize that her stepmother is doing nothing in the Luna capacity, except reaping the benefits. I’m quickly beginning to understand what Stephanie means about her stepmother and stepsister not earning the respect of the pack. How can any Luna expect her pack to respect her when she doesn’t even do her job?

Whoa, pull it together! Yeah, yeah, I knew that she was off limits. She was gonna be my fucking stepsister in two months. Goddamn it, she was biting her lips now. Her skin was like porcelain, with the slightest touch of pink, and I had to keep putting my hands in my pocket or else it was gonna wanna—oh shit, she was looking at me, look away! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I muttered to no one, the words sounding as empty as I felt. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that my stepbrother would turn out to be my... mate—ugh, that word—I would’ve laughed so hard I’d probably choke. What kind of lunatic crap even is that? But here I was, not laughing, because apparently, my life decided to become a full-blown supernatural soap opera. And the weirdest part?

“That’s all I am to you, right? Your step-sister. Convenient. Available. Only good for fucking.” His eyes darkened like a brewing storm. But he didn’t move. So, I turned without waiting for a response, my heels clicking with every step toward the door. “Have a nice day, Step brother,” I added, pushing the glass open. And then I walked out, knowing deep down that I might regret this later.

“They’ll be jealous? Or bitter about how close I am to my stepsister?” The word burned. Stepsister. My cheeks flared, blood rising too fast. “You’re an asshole,” I spat, and yet my gaze stayed locked on his. He didn’t blink. “Jason is waiting,” I reminded myself out loud, as if the name would save me. “He’s waiting for me.” Ian scoffed. “Jason? That idiot couldn’t keep you entertained if he were the last man on Earth. All he’s got are dumb jokes and zero bite.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “We laugh. That’s more than I can say about you and your ‘bite.’”

I know you can't be doing anyone serious over there already. Me: I actually have plans for Friday, maybe we can do something Sunday, hoops or something. Nate: Plans on a Friday? Already, got ya. I'm down for Sunday tho. How goes the step sister? Is it that girl or what? Me: It is actually, its going pretty well i think, i start at the on Monday, we have art together actually, she showed me around the school. Her work is all over the room, the teachers love her. Nate: Yeah? Do you?

“I was gone, you know.” “I noticed,” I said without looking up. “The packhouse was quieter.” She frowned more. “I was gone for many days. I came back today.” “Just a couple days, kid.” She huffed. “Doesn’t matter. I still came back and I still don’t like you.” “Noted,” I said, flipping to another page. “I’m glad you don’t like me.” “You should be nice to me. I’m Mira’s sister.” “And Mira is my stepsister,” I replied flatly.

She had to be imagining, she thought. The memory of his hand, briefly steadying her on the shifting deck, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Stop it. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her traitorous body to still. He was her ‘stepbrother.” This was madness. A product of jet lag, forced proximity, and the unsettling opulence of the De’Luca world.