Deceiving My Bully Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Aiden smiled at me and said warmly, “Don’t worry, I got you. Next time, just tell everyone that you are my sister. Don’t let them bully you for being an Omega! There’s nothing wrong with being one.” *** Back in the present, Aiden’s voice was ice-cold. “Every single one of you here will pay the price for what you’ve done.” “I’m sorry, Aiden. I didn’t know the truth. She was the one who misled us!” She pointed her finger at me. “She didn’t bother clarifying, and she just tried to provoke us by flaunting her relationship with you! How was I supposed to know that she is your sister…” “I can see for myself what happened here. She did nothing wrong. I am certain of it.” Aiden said sternly.

“I was cruel.” The Liam who stood in front of me was a different person from whom I was familiar with. And it was surprising to me. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, holding my plate tightly. “Because I don't want us fighting. We are step-siblings now, so we have no other option than to cooperate and be at peace with each other.” His words sounded awkward in my ears. And from the way his body language came off, I knew his words didn't also seem usual to him.

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

I sighed. I placed a hand on his shoulder. "I saw how you were losing to those guys the other day. Im really good and I really want to help you," I said. "Take it from a big brother," I said. "You must feel bullied by those guys..... let's give them the taste of their own medicine," I was indirectly telling him what I was gonna do to him. Hed never imagine what was coming for him.

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

My inner self told me it's not wrong to join my stepbrother. We're not doing anything wrong if I draw close and feed my curiosity. I tell myself, so, I lean close. But the next minute, my face turns pale. He's watching p**n! Not any kind, but a video of him and I! “Jace!” I cry, slapping the headphone from his ears. He turns to me slowly, that maddening grin tugging at his lips. Not an ounce of shame, not even surprise. Just that cool amusement.

I kept my head bowed, murmuring a greeting from across the table. It was going to be a long year. My only chance at survival was total avoidance—here and at the Academy. It was already hell being bullied by Alice and the A4 because the J4 had taken an interest in me. I could only imagine Alice’s face if she found out Jace and Jackson had feelings for me, only for them to become my fucking stepbrothers. “C’mon, Dad, tell me this is a joke. She cannot be our stepsister,” Jace laughed, a sharp, disbelieving sound, while the others stared at me like I was some rare artifact on display.

“We’re done with that.” Mom’s eyes went to me and stayed there. Dante pointed at me without looking away from Enzo. “You don’t talk yet. You ran out of a hospital today because a picture of you two doing this is on every phone on that campus, and you want to sit in my living room and tell me you’re done pretending. Do you hear yourself? I asked you months ago about that first video and you stood there and call it fake. You let people use the word stepbrother like it was a shield. And now I get a photo that isn’t cropped and isn’t blurry and isn’t something I can call a lie, and you walk in here holding hands with the story like I’m supposed to clap.”

We held full conversations without speaking and people passed us on the pavement without a second glance, they probably thought the worst but we didn't care. At some point he said, "Can I ask you something." I nodded and gave him a keep going nudge. "Is something going on between you and Lucas," he asked, causing me to stop. "You don't have to answer, but I'm just a bit confused and surprised at his recent attitude." Silence stretched between us, as I typed on my phone. *He's just my step-brother. My bully before, but I think he's trying to atone, and get me to forgive him and be cordial.*

I said carefully, "I don't know what you think is happening but—" "I see it in your eyes every time you look at him. Don't insult me by pretending otherwise." Her voice stayed level but there was something underneath it that wasn't calm at all. "I know girls like you. You come in quiet and you make yourself comfortable and before anyone notices you've made yourself necessary. I'm telling you now, as a courtesy, to step back." "I'm his stepsister," I said. "And I see exactly how you look at your stepbrother." The word landed like a small blade. "I'm not stupid, Summer. I grew up in rooms full of people pretending things were something they weren't. I always knew."