Giving My Innocence To My Stepfather Novel Novels & Stories

I’ll be invisible. It sounds ridiculous and I almost laugh at myself because it's impossible. Knox won't let me be. This is my fault. If I had kept my urge and desire for my stepfather away, I wouldn't be in this mess. Instead I craved what doesn't even belong to me. Maybe I should resign. Yes. That's the only card I've not tried yet. At this point, I'm willing to do everything to stay far from him. But there's a problem, my head says something else but my body wants him.

He was still hesitant on punishing my stepfather when the man was truly Innocent. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried my best to make sure things were alright. “Please, don't do this I beg you…” I explained, but he scoffed. “Someone needs to put this man in his place, don't you understand?” He asked, and at this point, I was totally confused. I didn't know why he did this. He didn't have to involve my stepfather. I was trying so hard to forget this man sold me to a cruel Alpha, but here he was.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

“Tris—“ my mom’s yelling was cut short when the door finally opened. My breath caught in my throat when a very familiar man stepped out of the house. Was this the husband? My mom walked over to him with a big grin. “Tristan, this is Nicole, my daughter. Nikky, this is Tristan, your stepfather.” I blinked. That was my stepfather? The same man who had fucked me two months ago that I couldn’t seem to forget was my new stepfather??? Was this a joke?

Ceen A burning stepfather’s attraction, the man I was not supposed to want, the man I was not supposed to crave, yet I see myself falling deeper and deeper into the chaos unwilling to let go, not that I have done anything intimate with him, but I don't even trust myself enough to not do anything if he's closest centimeter to me.

"That is what a good parent does." "A good parent does not beat their son and then spread lies about innocent people," I said. My father finally looked up at me. "Innocent? That girl wrote pornographic stories about her stepbrother and other students at your school. She is not innocent." "She wrote private stories that someone leaked without her permission," I said. "She is a victim." "She is a problem," my father corrected. "A problem that was threatening to drag you down with her. So I solved the problem."

From there, Daddy slowly started treating me not like his stepdaughter, not exactly, but like his precious little girl. The more and more comfortable I got, the more I wanted to regress to a time of spiritual innocence. And the more innocent I got, the more it turned my Daddy on, until one night, he couldn't take it, and he ravished my little body to his delight. I was Daddy's porcelain doll, and when Daddy fucked me for being his good little girl, I made sure he always got the royal treatment. Because this is the man who saved me from a future I might not have survived. I look down at the coloring book, my thoughts running wild with the sense of calm I expect to feel drawing in it. I wanted

“But I was wrong. I should have been honest with you. I should have stayed.” I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the anger bubbling inside me. “Go on,” I said tightly. “What does this have to do with my stepfather?” She nodded, her expression turning somber. “When I was at my lowest, I met him. Your stepfather. He helped me when I had nothing. He gave me a place to stay, a way to get back on my feet. And somewhere along the way… I fell in love with him.” “Okay,” I said, nodding slowly. “I get that. You fell in love with him. So, what’s the big reveal? What haven’t you told me?”

“Well, it’s really beautiful and I really love it. Those people who contributed to the success of the beautiful house, deserve an award.” “Certainly.” I smiled. We talked a little bit and after the conversation, we went back to our respective rooms. I got back to my room, and to my surprise, I found Stephanie, on my bed, looking sexy. She was a whore, truly, and whatever she wanted, with me, apart from sex, she wasn’t going to get it. I didn’t see her as my father’s wife, but a whore, which my father just gave a title. “So, what are you here, for, tonight?” I asked, pretending not to understand her game.

But then my father died and I thought it was over, and for a short while it was, until she married him. I stood frozen, my small hands clenched into fists as I watched my stepfather's twisted game. He'd promised my mother a "special night," but I knew better. I'd seen the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel dirty and small. My mother's laughter, high-pitched and manic, grated against my skin as she handed me over to him like a sacrifice. As the darkness closed in, I felt a spark ignite within me. A flame that would one day consume everything in its path. I knew, in that moment, that I would make them pay. All of them.