Goth Stepsister Novels & Stories

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

"Oh, you did? You think you have me wrapped around your fingers?" "Think? Oh, honey, I don't think I know where I've got you, and that is the right place," I say, and he lets out a laugh. "She wanted to start immediately, which was strange, and she did not really want to take the money. I don't know who can do a thing like this, but my money is on Melissa," I say, and he looks at me. "Your stepsister? Do you think she would do something like this? I thought it'd be Maljore," he said, and I nodded.

My father was stunned when I agreed to take my stepsister’s place. “Odessa, do you have any idea what kind of monster Jude Moretti is? They call him the Butcher of New York's underworld. They say when he loses it, he skins traitors with his own hands. You think you’ll come back in one piece?” Before I could answer, my stepmother cut in, her eyes darting nervously. “If Odessa doesn’t go, Sandra dies. Our Sandra, who already sacrificed her reputation by marrying Marco just to escape that monster. The Morettis are savages, but even savages have rules. They won’t touch a married woman…”

she replies, still maintaining her posh, British accent. No, she's not British. Not even a little. Stephanie's another one of my stepsisters, born and raised in good ol' New York. But then she spent one month in England—just one—and came back acting like she personally founded the Queen’s English. Now she says “schedule” like “shed-jool.” Of all my stepsisters, she's the least infuriating. "Steph, by any chance, have you seen my girlfriend anywhere?" I ask. "Lena? No, I haven't. But I heard she's around here somewhere."

She looked at me with despair, and I saw tears shimmering in her eyes as she subtly shook her head. "No 'buts'! Don't make me punish you in front of your mother," my step-father said, giving me one of his disgustingly covetous glares that told me just how desperate his sinister intent had become. He was looking for any excuse to justify his sick and sinister desires he would “be forced” to inflict on me. Shortly after he made sure his message was received by both of us, he slammed the door as he left. "An excellent warrior?" I scoffed inwardly. During the last holiday when my step-sister came home, I overheard her conversation with a friend. Her academic performance at school wasn't good, an

“Speaking of sex. Micah has a girlfriend.” Scowling at his attempt at diverting the conversation back to me, I lean back in my chair and grit out. “Sophia is not my girlfriend. It’s…complicated.” Jade frowns at my comment. “Really? So who is she? How’d you meet?” I swallow hard and give Gideon a dirty look before I respond. “Sophia is special. And she’s…” I clear my throat and look at both their rapt eyes. “She’s my stepsister.” Jade’s eyes widen at my admission, then she looks at Gideon, who is keeping a neutral expression. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and looks at me. “Oh, wow. Well, I definitely can’t judge, considering that I’m thirteen years younger than Gideon. How long have

Killing them was usually just as hard, though. “So who was the hunter?” I asked, shuffling back in my seat. “Esther – that was my girlfriend – was searching for a witch to help her undo the curse. Who better to track down a witch than a woman trained to do so from birth?” He shrugged. “That was when I met Steph. Stephanie,” he corrected, and then he frowned to himself, as though admonishing himself for rudely using her nickname. “She was very much like you. Though she didn’t have the spark of passion that you do, Callie. She was more... clinical. By the book.”

Sweet, perfect Rosealba. Stephanie’s smile soured. A stain. A parasite. A soft thing pretending to be strong. “I’ll peel the sweetness from your skin,” Stephanie whispered, setting the glass down. Her fingers flexed against the wood, nails digging slightly. “Piece by piece. Until Alactor Merikh forgets your name. Until your ghost stops haunting his eyes. Until he is completely mine.” She turned from the mirror, the silk of her robe brushing against her ankles like a shadow that moved with her.

“Hey, sir, do you know the kind of woman you’re planning to marry? You’d be shocked if you knew her disgraceful past.” Sargas remained composed, silently signaling Athena to stay calm as well. Then he responded, “It seems like you know Athena quite well, don’t you? By the way, what’s your name?” He extended his hand to her. “Giselle Willow, daughter of the owner of Willowspot Corporation. You’ve probably seen me in the media,” Giselle replied, shaking his hand smugly. “I’m Athena’s half-sister—well, I used to be, but now I’m an only child since Athena was cast out of our family.”

She’d sworn she’d never come back to the Thorn pack, yet here she was, summoned by her father’s guilt trip and the threat of family “disgrace.” Lila looked radiant up front in white lace, smiling like the perfect bride. Her stepsister... The girl who used to braid her hair and share secrets. Now? Just another reminder of everything that broke. Serena stood beside her as maid of honor, sleek and smug in emerald green, her hand brushing Kai’s arm a little too familiarly.