Graham Stephan Books Novels & Stories

I turn on my heel and storm back into the main part of the house, each step heavy, deliberate, meant to make my presence felt, meant to vent the fury boiling inside. The kitchen is warm, filled with the faint aroma of spices and simmering food. Kiari is there, stirring something at the stove. She looks up, smiles faintly, expecting, something, maybe a conversation, maybe a greeting. But I don’t speak. I don’t even glance at her. My eyes barely acknowledge her presence as I pass by, my mind is too consumed with Yubi, too consumed with the betrayal, too consumed with the revelation that she has taken a life that should have been shared with me and made it entirely hers.

Jane Thompson was the girl who nailed every test, the biggest school nerd who preferred books over real human interaction. Her life was a carefully organised routine: read, school, homework read, read, read till her eyes hurt, then sleep. Till one day, her mother got remarried and everything changed There wasn’t much to say about Jeremy, he was a popular biker, terrifically hot, handsome and rebellious. Literally every girl wanted him. He was Jane’s hot biker stepbrother.

Period. Stephan was just a random guy she'd met at a Thai bus stop. They had strolled down the streets, bought roadside beverage drinks, and got drunk thereafter. They had shared pieces of their hearts and souls. Then they had been stripped apart by the fiery anger of Liam. It should have ended there.

the doctor said to Jessica, Noah, and Austin with an apologetic look. Jessica shuddered and nearly collapsed to the floor at the shocking news. Luckily, Noah caught her before she fell. Meanwhile, Austin felt his head buzzing loudly. He suddenly recalled a prayer place located on top of a hill on the outskirts of the city. Whoever managed to climb up all 100 steps would have their wish granted. He pressed his lips together and immediately left the hospital. There were exactly 100 steps leading up to the prayer place, just as the legend said there would be. The architectural style of the building was local yet stunningly beautiful.

" I clenched my fists beneath the table. He stepped back and left. But my eyes followed him, and I saw it- the smirk behind his mask. He was up to something. "Uhmm... the wine... isn't it..." "That's Da Grapo," Julius cut in. "My favorite brand. Like he knew. You should try it." He poured himself a glass. "No... wait..." I whispered, signaling him with my eyes. My hands moved subtly as I tried to stop him. "You okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You say that now. But you are the basketball star. I am the new kid who draws in the corner." He looked at me sideways. "You think I only hang out with certain people?" "I do not know. We did not exactly run in the same circles before." He bumped my knee with his. "We do now. Same house. Same last name soon, probably." That thought made my stomach flip. Same last name. Stepbrothers. The word felt heavier every time I heard it. We talked more after that. Not deep stuff, but enough to fill the time. He told me about the pressure from his coach for the upcoming season. I told him about the art portfolio I needed to finish for college applications. Small things, but they felt real.

It should have felt comforting, safe, but instead I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. An older man looked up from behind the counter when we entered. “Good morning, ladies. Welcome to Harrison’s. I’m Edward. How can I help you today?” “We’re looking for something related to pack history,” Mom said. “Historical journals, leadership documents, anything that might interest someone who studies Beta records from previous generations.” Edward’s eyes lit up. “Ah, a scholar of pack history. I have just the section for you. Follow me.” He led us to the back of the store where several shelves held leather-bound journals and carefully preserved documents. Mom and I started browsing together,

The headlines read: POPULAR MAJOR SMITH DESERTED BY SENATOR FATHER WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING TO MALJORE? LIFE FALLING INTO SHAMBLES? FROM GRACE TO GRASS: THE FALL OF MALJOE: LAWSUITS AND FATHER'S DENIAL – ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW. He did not expect to meet her like this; he had tried to take down the story, but the more he tried, the wider it spread, almost as if someone was intentionally spreading it.

he said. “Okay fine, get me a gig alright?” “Sure, but you need to be careful Z, she’s your stepmother,” “Don’t ever say that to me,” I growled and hung up the phone. That sounded so weird. My step-mom who I fucked and I still wanna continuously have sex with. I was never going to see her as my stepmom.

hindi niya agad tinapos ang sinabi niya at napapailing na lang, "you screwed a 16-year old guy and your soon to be step-son." Hindi ako makapaniwala sa nakikita ko, hindi ko alam ang sasabihin ko at nakatingin lamang ako sa hawak kong dokumento at litrato nilang pamilya na nasa table ko. Fuck! Totoo ang lahat ng hinala ko, fuck! "Ano na ang plano mo?" Agad akong napabalik sa ulirat ng marinig ko ang tanong ni Xavier. Napahawak ako sa sentido ko at napailing sa tanong niya.