Hating My Hockey Bully Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“I know I should’ve told him about the whole incident with Josh, but I just wanted him to be happy for a while before dropping the actual bomb.” “I understand you, Joyce.” He sighed. “And I know my brother can be stupid at times like this. He’s just not used to caring about someone, but when he does, you’ll know.” “Yeah, I feel awful right now.” Richard shrugged. “When I was little, I had a bully, Stephen. I was a tiny kid back then—” I laughed. Tiny? Both the brothers had been gifted with the looks and height and everything in between. Not only them but their entire friends' group, even the women. Especially the women. Misoo and Olivia were both attractive women.

My brother looked angry. I sighed. Murdoch must have been the kid giving him a hard time. I wanted to offer him support, but I didn’t know how. I wasn’t exactly popular, and I’ve never stood up to my bullies before. I continued to watch Sean’s pathetic peacock display. He flashed the girls a smile, and the sound of giggling made me shudder. Sean ran his hand through his short blond hair and flexed his muscles toward the group. Great, all I needed now, on top of everything else, was my stupid little brother getting onto the steroids and turning into more of a jackass. Reticent memories were threatening to burst forward.

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

I felt as though my achievements were always overshadowed by my brother's accomplishments, reinforcing the notion that I was indeed the lazy child. To top it, the bullying didn't stop at comparisons and verbal jabs; physical intimidation was also a part of our dynamic. My brother would use his strength and size advantage to push me around and assert his dominance. He was very big growing up and once he pounce on me, I would allow him to hit me without making a noise. These instances left me feeling powerless and further reinforced the idea that I was inferior. That was why I resulted to hockey. It was my way out of the abject depression I was slowly diving into like a wrecked ship.

I walked towards Kelly who is still standing in surprise, “This is why I don't want you to visit me without telling me, my stepbrother does not even talk to me, just see it as he hates me, I know he would treat my friends the same way, and now that your his opponent in the basketball team, I guess he would hate you more” “Damn he's really arrogant” Kelly sighed, “Hmmm, extra…you need to add that to the arrogant” I hissed “But then, how are you his stepbrother?”

“What did he say? Did he mention my name? Is he coming?!” I deleted the text. Then blocked him for good measure. “Nothing,” I said with a calm voice. “He’s not coming. And you’re not going to any afterparty.” She stared at me, then slowly, a sly smile crept onto her face. “You’re jealous, big brother.” “I’m not jealous. I’m concerned.” “You’re totally jealous that I like Harry more than your stuffy hockey friends.” “I don’t have stuffy friends,” I snapped. “And you don’t like Harry. You like the idea of chaos. Because your life’s been too stable since I dragged you out of the streets.”

My heart raced every damn time his hand held the stick firmly and when his stick hit the puck…watching my stepbrother play hockey has always been my favorite thing to watch in the world. To me, it felt like every part of me came alive with those effortless movements of him—he was the only guy who treated me right even when others tried to bully me. His messy and dark hair flowed over his face framing his sharp jawline perfectly. I couldn’t help but to feel butterflies swooning in my belly. I don't care about anyone's opinions about that because I know of one thing…everyone has their own love story. Mine just happened to be the kind of story that can never be told out loud —it is a forbidden

“What now? Stalker much?” He shrugged. “I like to haunt people in my free time, especially the sister of my nemesis who I just found out loves hockey.” “I don’t love hockey,” I muttered in defense, filled with shame at being caught. “I just…that was nothing.” “Indeed. Idolized your brother so hard you effortlessly carried out the ‘doom cut’. Not a fan of him but do you know how many people have tried to recreate that? If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you made that.”

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

“Not the game,” Darius cut in. “The touching, the whispers. My son and my stepdaughter trending on pack socials.” An gray bearded Elder Thorne leaned forward. “The boy has always been reckless. First he was sent abroad for nearly killing a teammate. Now this?” Zane’s fists clenched and I felt his rage through the bond. “It’s nothing,” I said, my voice steady. “It’s just co captain drama. Hockey’s physical.” Elder Mira, a sharp eyed woman with silver streaks in her braid, snorted. “Physical? That mark on your wrist says otherwise.”