Deceiving My Bully Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“My brother is not a charity project. He is not something for you to practice on or feel good about yourself for helping. He is a human being, and you will treat him exactly like one. And if I ever, ever find out that you’ve done otherwise, tried to use him to get revenge on me or—” I felt a sharp, sudden burst of pain, right across my palm. She’d bitten me! I yanked my hand back, and she took advantage of my being distracted to shove me hard with both hands. I was so completely caught off guard that I actually stumbled backwards. “I have never bullied anyone in my entire life.” Her voice was shaking, but her eyes were absolutely furious. “I would never hurt your little brother. Never. He’s

I could see the fear in those eyes. "Just leave me alone." "Why?" I challenged, walking closer. My voice was low and deadly. "Are you scared, stepbrother?" "I'm not scared of you," he lied. I could see his hands shaking already, he was such a bad liar. "Is that so?" I sneered, raising an eyebrow. I trapped him against the sink, my eyes locked on him and placing my hands on his side. The air was thick with tension as I smelled him. The scent was just too sweet and drove me crazy.

Her next words nearly give me a heart attack. “There are two things, actually. Sebastian and I got married in Vegas two days ago.” My stomach drops. “What?!” “There was nothing I could do, Loriah.” She cries. “He brought it up and I couldn’t dissuade him. I’m so sorry.” This only means one thing — Zakari is really my step brother now. “I don’t have much time, but the second thing I want to tell you… Zakari killed his younger brother ten years ago. He murdered Jamal with his own hands…”

“No offense to you brother, but holy shit. you two look nothing alike! He has a very different tastes for his men and women.” Because I’m a fake. A means to an end. My brother, unaware of my internal turmoil, or maybe he’s enjoying it, continues. “She’s an absolute smoke show! I have no idea if you are, since it wild be weird, you’re my baby brother–” he snickers, Baby brother. He’s doing the bullying thing again. Wrapping it in kind words so he can say he was being kind. “You shouldn’t be saying that, you’re almost divorced because of this.” my voice is detached,

I'm the avoidant type. When I was fifteen, my brother accused me of breaking his PlayStation. I didn't argue. I just made sure he didn't see my face for six months, until he wrote me three apology letters and sent me thirty thousand dollars. Years later, I mated his rival. Lucian Vance, Alpha of Northridge. When Lucian didn't answer my texts, I pretended I'd never sent them. When he skipped the dinner I'd spent all afternoon cooking, I ate it alone and said nothing. He bragged to my brother that I loved him too much to ever leave. Then his brilliant new assistant walked through my front door. The girl who bullied me out of high school. I asked him, once, to replace her. He told me to stop be

"Jace. Put a shirt on. Your mother and sister just arrived." "So? What am I? Stepbrother of the year?" Jace murmured, completely ignoring his father's reprimand. He looked at Margot, his expression shifting seamlessly into a polite, charming smile that looked so genuine it made my stomach turn. "Don't worry about it, Margot. It was my fault. I startled her. I'll get the broom."

, Zoey, my twelve years old sister, muttered in tension. “It’s time to change the rules, Nova and Zoey.”, I said with determination. “Mom, Mia, Ruby, and Sana were innocent cows, but I’m a bull with horns. And I won’t mind hitting anyone's ass with my horn if anyone dares to hit me.” “I will tell mom that you were saying that you’re a bull with horns.”, We heard a boyish voice and turned around to find him, Adrian, my nine years old step-brother and the messenger of my stepmother.

"Yeah I was captain of my soccer team back home and...let's just say that archery was my life for a while." "I'm not surprised. I thought your brother was older?"Levi's lips trembled as he fought desperately not to laugh. "I'm not surprised." "Oh, he is. And I'm pretty sure that is the reason why he doesn't like me now. I used to bully him as a kid. He was a bit of pussy so I would torment him and when he Shifted, and I didn't, he turned the tables. I guess I kind of deserved it". He pondered the possibility and responded, "Maybe, but siblings are supposed to fight."

I and my father were victims of her mother's ploy which I was sure that she was an accomplice to. If she didn't want this to happen to her, then she should have stayed the fuck away from my house. She should have told her mother the truth that I was not a good step brother to live with and warn her mother against me. But what had she done at breakfast today? She had gone along with my lies and smiled. That bitch had fucking smiled and my father had smiled back at her. They had all looked like one big happy family without me! And no one made a mockery of me like that.

“Don’t cry, Kales… come on. This isn’t you. I don’t like this.” I think I am stunned into instant calm by how my bully stepbrother is comforting me. And I don’t know how to react except stand here and let him. Quietened by something I never expected. Embarrassed that I broke my ten-year streak and crumbled into tears in front of him, of all people.