Hating My Hockey Bully Stepbrother Novels & Stories

Damien towered over me, six foot three of pure muscle from years on the ice, while I was slimmer, softer, more used to libraries than locker rooms. “What are you going to do?” I asked, trying to sound braver than I felt. Damien’s smile widened. He backed me up until my legs hit the couch. “That depends on you, little stepbrother. You going to run and tell Mommy and Daddy that their precious golden boy likes dick? That their hockey star sucks off his teammates in the basement?” My face burned. “I wouldn’t—” “Yeah, you would. You’ve always hated me. This is your perfect chance to get rid of me.” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “But I have a better idea.”

"Tom Horton. My boss. We’re getting married and he wants us to move in.” My heart slammed rapidly in my chest, and my vision swayed. Mum is getting married to Tom Horton. Tom Horton as in her boss. As in father of Slade Horton. Which meant that— My bully. My nightmare. Was about to become my stepbrother.

I approached him, my blood fuming. “You fucking ba—” “Sapphire!”My mother rushed in, Jonathan close behind her. “Oh,” Jonathan said cheerfully. “I see you’ve met Lucian.” Lucian. My stomach dropped. “Remember I told you Jonathan had a son?” my mother said gently. Jonathan smiled. “Lucian, this is Sapphire. Your stepsister.” The word hit like a slap. Lucian’s gaze sharpened. “Stepsister,” he repeated slowly. Oh hell no. “I’m not doing this,” I muttered, turning away.

"Like, actually insane. Your bully is now your stepbrother." Then her expression shifts into something almost excited. "Wait. This is like one of those romance novels. You know, where the stepbrother and stepsister hate each other at first, but then they fall in love and have their happy ever after." "Ruby." My voice comes out flat. "I hate Crew. Like, hate him to my core. I want nothing to do with him." "Yes." Ty's voice is hard. "You should have nothing to do with him. He's shown you hell in this school for months. He doesn't deserve anything from you."

"Hated what?" "Hockey!" I screamed, the full weight of twenty years of suffocating, miserable hell finally breaking out of my chest in one violent, ragged roar... "I fucking hated the ice! I hated the early morning skates! I hated the locker room bullshit! I hated every single second of playing the good little golden-boy captain for a bunch of greasy, screaming scouts who didn't know a fucking thing about me!" The silence in the room dropped down so heavy it felt like lead...

"Jace. Put a shirt on. Your mother and sister just arrived." "So? What am I? Stepbrother of the year?" Jace murmured, completely ignoring his father's reprimand. He looked at Margot, his expression shifting seamlessly into a polite, charming smile that looked so genuine it made my stomach turn. "Don't worry about it, Margot. It was my fault. I startled her. I'll get the broom."

Kaia Bennett has spent years proving she belongs on the ice. As the star player of one of the league’s most successful hockey teams, she has the talent, the fame, and the determination to go further than anyone ever expected. Until her stepbrother buys her team. Roman has always believed he knows what is best for Kaia. Now, as the new owner of her team, he expects her to follow his rules, including a contract that could keep her tied to his organization for three years. Kaia refuses. She would rather walk away from everything she has built than let Roman control her career but leaving is easier than starting over. Sponsors turn their backs on her. Investors refuse to help. Players are

He was certainly, surely lying. With that body, face, hockey skills, a strong wolf and money, Dante had surely had an unfair share of girls. "I don't need your lies to feel better" I huffed. "God, you are so adorable, it's driving me insane" He groaned and that sound reminded me too much of what he had sounded like when he pulled me close last night. Fuck! What am I thinking?! "I hate you, Dante Romano! St-stay away from me from now on. I am serious. Stay away from me" I warned but the smile on his face didn't even fade.

I have to let him down nicely so our relationship won't be awkward. "Zayne, I'm flattered, I really am, but our parents are married, which makes you my stepbrother. There are way too many fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we aren't technically related." I say the words, trying to convince myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know otherwise. A look of confusion flashed across his face before he starts laughing... A gutsy laugh that I found endearing for a second until I realize he's laughing at me.

"Yes. Go." He nodded and thanked me again before scurrying away. After the poor guy disappeared, I turned my attention to the trio. "I planned on letting this matter go if you stop bullying the boy. But you insulted me. And that is what I can't simply overlook." I adjusted my sleeves and twirled my wrists to warm up the muscles while I fixed my eyes on them. "Now, who wants to have your ass kicked first?" "Oh, come on, baby. Don't act tough. Just come to daddy. Daddy doesn't want to hurt your smooth skin. He only wants to lick it," says the big brother.