Hating My Hockey Bully Stepbrother Novels & Stories

"It's not like that. I mean... I do have some friends that have stuck by me. But... since your stepbrother started picking on me... most of them abandoned ship, you know?" Jenna nodded. She'd been a victim of bullying in primary school. She knew what it was like to be abandoned. "I'm so sorry he did that to you," Jenna said, suddenly becoming enraged at her evil stepbrother. How could he do something so cruel? "You have no need to be sorry!" Jacob cried, shocking her to a halt. He grabbed her by the shoulders. "Do you know how many people have stood up to him to defend me?" Jenna shook her head in the negative.

' I wondered inside of me but I already knew the answer that I would never dare to utter out of my mouth. Uttering those words were synonymous to admitting that I was beginning to like my step sister more than necessary and that was messing with my mind. "Cooper!" A loud voice called from behind and I turned in annoyance. "Simon." "It's been a long time since I saw you playing on the ice. Are you sure that you are fit for the competition about to begin or should we just call someone else who fits the description?" He demanded. Simon was one of the people who hated me and didn't even hide it. Roosevelt was more subtle than Simon but he wasn't my major target.

“You’re going to kill him if I allow you to go through with this, look at what you did to him.” “We didn’t hit him, Ari. We simply pushed him away and he ended up in the dirt. Are humans really this fickle?” Zach laughed, seemingly amused by everything going on. “You’re going to pay for this!” I heard Robert roar as he finally got up to his feet. His friends had flanked him on their side and I massaged my temple. All ten of them wouldn’t be able to stand Zach, much less the two of them but I didn’t feel any iota of pity towards them. I hated bullies with everything in me.

when that man didn’t even like cardio. One time, I dropped my notebook in the hallway, turned around, and there he was again. If I told you I hated this silent protection game of his then I would he lyinh. I didn’t mind having a hot bodyguard of a stepbrother to be honest.

"And I'm sorry because I know that's not what you want to hear but that's what it sounds like." I stared at the ground. I wasn't angry. I wasn't. My fists clenched and it felt like something was wrapped around my throat and I couldn't breathe. What Alvin did or didn't do had absolutely nothing to do with me on any level that should make me angry and yet… He's playing with you. Their voices echoed in my head over and over. This was Alvin. My stepbrother. The person I shared a house with and ate dinner across from and had absolutely no business developing any kind of feelings for and I needed to remember that. I need to remember that he was never going to be–

Nothing was going to even change anything I feel about him, not now and not forever. And the last time I was using the conversation with his assistant lady, overheard him talking about the hockey competition and how the hockey competition would be, the man would be pregnant and my stepbrother plus my stepfather ran and everybody plus my mother and then I would stand out and come defend myself and tell them straight to their faces what they do to me and return.

Other times, I want to shake her and scream. Clinton Blunt is my brother. And I hate him. I hate him so much that my chest hurts just thinking about his stupid face. Every time his name crosses my mind, I feel like jumping off a cliff. Or smashing my head into a wall. Or breaking something expensive. Preferably his face. That bastard knows better than to show up here tonight. Nobody wants him here. Nobody invited him. He knows what tonight means. Clever idiot. So tonight, I promise myself something.

I looked at her — that same trusting, open expression she'd worn since we were kids, the same face that had never once looked at me like I was capable of doing something this messy. I couldn't do it. "I just — I can't work with him. Your brother is a bully." The lie tasted awful. Leah's face fell slightly. "He's not that bad." "He is. He's stubborn, arrogant, and impossible." Leah sighed like she’d heard this speech a hundred times. "Okay, he's a little bad." She laughed, popping another fry into her mouth. "But you've survived the last few weeks.” “No, I’m serious.” I threw my hands up. “Mrs. Anderson pairing us together is actually the worst thing to happen to me.”

Whilst I was having a meltdown, standing three feet away—looking just as frozen and utterly horrified as I felt—was the naked asshole I had just insulted. And apparently, my future stepbrother.

Hearing that voice, my grip tightened around my hockey stick before I slowly looked toward the entrance. Lucas leaned against the doorway with a mocking smile on his face. Two of his friends stood behind him, laughing quietly. My stepbrother looked perfect as always. He always wore perfect clothes and had a perfect smile. He always looked like the Perfect future Alpha. Everything my father wanted. Lucas continued casually “You’ll tear your shoulder at this rate and then what? You’ll blame me again?” I turned away from him and picked up another puck and said without any emotion “I don’t have time for this.”