Goth Stepsister Novels & Stories

The contrast between them couldn’t have been starker. "What... what do you mean by ‘sister’?" Stephanie whispered, unable to hide the shock in her voice. The word felt strange, foreign in this context. She had assumed Althea was a lone figure, a guardian of some otherworldly origin. But for her to be related to this… monster? The sorceress, whose name Stephanie finally learned was Laila, let out a low, mocking laugh. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced between Althea and Stephanie, clearly enjoying the surprise.

But this stranger wasn't just any werewolf; he was my mate. "Mate." He announced, his dark, velvety voice claiming full charge of my attention. And if you were wondering how I got here, well, here's an explanation. ***** "Wake up, you worthless bag of shit!" A loud yell fills my ears, snapping me out of sleep. With a soft yawn, I opened my eyelids to the view of the tall blonde beauty I knew as my stepsister. Just before I could find out what was going on, a bucket of water pools down my head as my eyelids jerk up to the unpleasant view of Natasha, my stepsister. I could feel fury flashing through me as the cold water washes down, anger channeling through my bloodstream.

My Alpha fiancé made me drink a witch's memory potion on our mating ceremony day so he could bond with my stepsister Serena instead. He said Serena was under a vicious curse and needed to bond with a powerful Alpha. He promised that he would break the bond with Serena and mark me again after he helped Serena break her curse. But he didn't know the witch never created a corresponding antidote. In seven days, I would forget him forever. Damon watched me drain the bottle, then looked away with shifty eyes.

The teacher took out a palm-sized blue sphere and approached the freshmen. The first girl came forward. When it came into touch with the sphere, an unexpected alteration occurred. "Channeling power still at the third stage." The teacher reported uproariously. "Is this third stage very great?" Leanor took a look at the girl and asked Alice who was close to her. "Obviously, mine is currently at the second stage!" Alice likewise extended her neck and took a look at the girl. 'Is it going to be another failure when my channeling power is confirmed?'

Since Karl held me down and posted the videos and photo of me and I watched in the bathroom as it went viral. They looked like powerful Alpha males. “Don’t slouch,” she whispered without moving her smile. “You look like you’re waiting for scraps.” I gently pulled my arm from her grip. “I’m fine.” Alpha Black walked to them and gestured them forward. “Cassian, Kade, Karl,” he announces proudly. “Come meet your new stepsisters.” That word makes my stomach twist. I felt like I was now chained to these tormentors, anger simmered beneath my skin, and a suffocating sense of entrapment stole my breath.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “So you really got married… and now you don’t want to see me anymore?” she said, but there was pain hidden in her voice. Then she looked at Ashton again. “Do you really disgrace your own stepsister that much?” she asked. And that was when everything clicked. Stepsister. So Dion was Ashton’s stepsister. I felt my chest tighten slightly. Ashton looked like he was about to respond, but his phone suddenly rang. He sighed again, clearly annoyed, before looking at me.

Karashi said, and I lifted my gaze to glare at her. "She could die for all I care," I said under my breath, relaxing in my office chair, "Maybe the Moon Goodness is punishing him for fucking and accepting to be mated to his own stepsister." I stared at the ceiling for a second, then scoffed under my breath. "Tell me, how do you fuck your stepsister to the point of accepting her as your fated mate?" I said nonchalantly. Kester irks me. Everything about him was too wrong.

I didn’t even scream. “You bitch! You stupid, jealous bitch!” my stepsister shrieked, her voice manic with rage. “Apologize! Now!” She kicked me hard. I fell again, face-first into broken glass. Another kick. Then another. I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t fight. All I could do was crawl. I grabbed her feet. those feet that never knew dirt, pain, or hunger, and looked up at her through blood in my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I coughed. “I’m sorry for envying your outfits... I’m sorry.”

"Yeah... You licked my pussy... and fucked me... We fucked, Nicholas. We finally did." "I've wanted to for so long, Daisy." "It's wrong," she whispered. "But it's also so right. So right... I'm going to my room, and I want to come again. Do you want to come watch?" "Fuck, yes, but Mom's still awake. Just picture my face between your legs... my tongue on your clit..." “Okay then…Goodnight, stepbrother." "Goodnight, stepsister." I laid back in the dark, the taste of her still on my lips, her voice in my ears. The world was insane. My mother was a drunken voyeur. My stepsister was my lover. Her best friends were my tutors and promised conquests.

She said, still beaming. “Dinner?” I repeated. “Yes. I told you my fiance was coming home for dinner earlier.” she smiled. Ugh! Everytime I dress up to meet mom's boyfriend and after every dinner, they'd squeeze dollar bills into my hands and tell me to leave the house for them. It made my skin crawl. I heaved a deep sigh and bunched the dress in my fist. “Fine. I'll get dressed.” A few minutes later, I walked out of my room, dressed in the blue gown mom had given me. I took a look at the mirror and wore a little mascara to darken my sleepy eyes, then I added lipstick to my lips and held my hair up. I was ready.