Deceiving My Bully Stepbrother Novels & Stories

mommy pulled daddy out of the room. My older brother approached me and sat across from me; he gave me a comforting smile "tell me what happen Yash?" my older brother asked me modestly. “I just feel off the pool and naturally catch some fever kuya” I said. "Ok if that's true I'll believe you just don't lie to me" his words are so hypnotizing. "Ok I give up brother, I got bullied this past few weeks because of the man I said I wanted, his fans got mad at me and try to stop me from chasing hi m but brother I really want him" tears escape from my eyes.

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

The thought of seeing him after everything that happened—after finding out what he really was—was enough to make my stomach churn. How was I supposed to look him in the eye? How was I supposed to act normal when I knew the truth? I slumped into my seat, dropping my books on the desk with a thud. My life had gone from semi-normal to completely insane in record time. From living a comfortable boring life to uncovering the fact that my stepbrother wasn’t just a weirdo—he was a literal monster. A monster who had been hiding in plain sight.

Maya asked, her eyes darting from Zach and Zayn’s to mine. “You’re not a stranger, Maya. You know why I don’t like them.” I said. “I can still remember the horrible things they did to you. Leaving for a while was the best thing you did for yourself.” “You said you’d not let them in here, what has changed or did they manage to bully you too?” I sounded harsh but the reason I loved coming here was because it was one of the few places I could hide from Zach and Zayn. “No, Ari. No one can do that to me. I know it’ll sound strange to you but your step-brothers have turned a new leaf.” Maya said.

“How can you try to hit your sister because of a human?” “Do you know what she did, Uncle?” I groaned, my emotions boiling over. “Because of her, I’ve made an enemy of someone. She faked being bullied just so I would help her hurt someone. How mean can she be?” “So?” His indifferent reaction fueled my anger. “What if you helped her get back at someone? Isn’t that your duty as her elder brother? Let this never repeat itself, or you’ll have me to contend with,” he warned. His attitude only encouraged Tiffany to do more and get away with it.

Every penny I spent was from the funds that my mother left for me. "Yes, I know Claude. I'm his sister!" I shot back angrily. No one had ever hit me before, so my anger flared up. I screamed at the crowd of unruly women, "Now that you know that Claude is my brother, get out of here this instance!" "You shameless vixen! That's what all mistresses claim to be when they're exposed!" the woman sneered, digging her nails into the side of my cheek that she had slapped. My eyes stung with tears from the pain, but I couldn't push her hand away.

I would not let him see me break. Every day we crossed paths, this annoying stepbrother of mine always found a way to slice me apart. I'd tried so many times to walk away, to dodge the fight but he always pushed, always prodded until I snapped. He was a bully. He had been ordering the maids to ignore me, to be cruel to me. He made me feel like a ghost in this house, like I only belonged here because his father had married my Mom. Like this luxurious life was a handout I didn't earn. Well, to hell with their wealth. Fuck their money. I could make it on my own, pay for my own studies without a single cent from his Dad.

“But… why did the caption say ‘stop seducing your stepbrother’? What’s going on?” The question hung between us for a long moment. I kept my face hidden, breathing slowly, trying to find the right words that wouldn’t make everything worse. How could I tell my friend that the stepbrother in question had his fingers inside me at breakfast while the merger was being discussed? That he’d edged me in a club bathroom until I was shaking and begging? That the same stepbrother had fucked me against a window while our parents drank wine downstairs? How do I explain that the caption wasn’t entirely a lie? That I wasn’t the seducer. But I wasn’t exactly innocent either.

I was seven years old when I made the long journey from the United States of America down to Rome, and before then I remembered having an older step-brother who was always too busy having one hometeacher after the other, and on the days where he wasn’t with a teacher, he would make it his mission to torment my life. He did nasty pranks, bullied me out of my things, sometimes he assaulted me physically because he was much bigger than I was, and his mother or as Nonnina Carla liked to refer to her, the witch, would turn a blind eye, as though she did not know the type of monster she’d birthed. Declan. A small part of me wondered if he’d changed now. I knew what he looked like, I saw him on the

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."