Goth Stepsister Novels & Stories

I reach out my other hand and pinch both nipples, watching in the mirror as her face screws up a moment before she begins moaning and her body jerks with her release. Isaac pounds into her a few more moments before finding his second release. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, ladies. Go, Elena. Your absence will be noticed,” he says. I quickly wipe my face, then duck out of the bathroom while the two of them get dressed. By the time I get outside, Stephanie is already on the stage. “About fucking time,” my stepfather growls, tearing his gaze from the stage. When he looks at me, his eyes narrow.

He absolutely refused to think of how her words riled his wolf up and set his insides on fire. " Did you hit your head or something stepsister?" The words seemed to pull Ana back from whatever Dreamland she was in. Why was the sexy angel calling her stepsister? Wait! As the situation registered in Ana's head, she jerked out of the bed covering her eyes with her palms. What the...! " You jerk! Would you put some fucking clothes on?"she yelled.

Marcello was lost in thought about everything he had planned, but the most important thing of all was Monica De Rossi, his stepsister, the daughter of that damned woman. He would never forget that day, the day he hired a private investigator to gather information about them. When he saw her picture for the first time, he could hardly believe his eyes. She was the same woman he had met two years ago on the beach in Viareggio, the woman he had felt deeply drawn to and had never been able to forget since that night. And now, he had discovered that she was the daughter of his greatest enemy. What a cruel twist of fate. "We've finally arrived at the mansion."

They came endlessly from the depths of the forest. Lisa had struck a bargain with their leader. She had traded the blood of the entire Black Wood Pack for the power to destroy me. Drew stood frozen and watched the pack he had sworn to protect crumble before him. The stepsister he had spoiled for years had become a mad wolf who invited enemies into their own home. "Lisa," he murmured in disbelief. He staggered toward her but was kicked aside by a vampire before crashing to the ground. The vampire sneered. Lisa looked down at him coldly.

“Bring it on, Kaelin. I'm not afraid of you. You don't scare me.” “Oh?” He lifted his brow, smirking. “I love this, Stepsister.” I swallowed back a retort…instead of telling him what was on my mind, I gulped it down, closed my eyes and opened them before levelling my gaze at him. “What do you want me to do?” He cocked his head to the side, roamed his gaze over my body like he had been doing since I got naked before ordering, “Get on your knees and spread those legs for me.”

The day before the list of names for guaranteed university admission was announced, a synced note I shared with Bryce Joller for three years suddenly showed a reminder: [Operation: Save Lara Lane] I stared at it for a long moment before tapping on it. [1st: Give Nelly Seagel's spot to Lara.] [2nd: Go to the city where Lara's university is, take care of her, and let her join Joller Group when she graduates.] [3rd: After witnessing Lara get married, marry Nelly.] I stared at those three lines for a long time, unable to believe it. Bryce hated homewreckers the most because his mother was driven to death by one. Thus, over the years, he stayed up late studying with me, shielded me from my

Her voice trailed off, her gaze meeting mine. Then, she burst into laughter. "Did you expect me to say that?" She chuckled, and we stiffened. Her claws made an appearance, her eyes turning crimson. My stepsister was a hybrid, just like me. Her mother was a demon. "What are you doing?" We demanded, cautious of her every move. "Isn't it obvious? He did not deceive me. He's going to pay for trying to sell me off. However, I was doing what I wanted," she spat. "And what's that?" "Ending you."

I asked. My hands held the sides of her hips, sliding her skirt up. She bit her lip and didn't say anything, and I took that as agreement. My eyes dropped in interest. I could see her panties in the dim light. They matched her bra, dark pink fabric with a lot of lace. I kissed the top line of her panties, slowly moving lower. She gasped above me as my hands touched the insides of her thighs, nudging them apart so I could get to where I wanted to the most.

I turned away from the door, shedding my wet clothes with violent, irritated movements, shoving myself into a pair of dark trousers and a black shirt. The phone was still buzzing its life away on the nightstand. I snatched it up, pressing it to my ear as I turned and headed downstairs. "Bring back my stepdaughter, Riven." Ryker's voice hit me instantly, cold and demanding. I didn't even blink. The word didn't anger me, because it was a lie. "She isn't my stepsister, Ryker." "She will be," he boomed, his voice crackling with a frantic, unhinged rage.

The drama would be so unneeded and horrible. "Rose, let's go say hello to my friends."I whisper to my sister who's furiously tapping away on her phone. She does so to look extra feisty and to keep some certain types of men away. Not to brag, but, my sister is an incredibly beautiful dark skinned girl. When we were younger, I fought a lot to keep some scum bags away. I still do though, but this time they are not as much as before. As she herself has learnt how to ward some punks off.