Hating My Hockey Bully Stepbrother Novels & Stories

I asked, holding my breath as I waited for his response. His grin grew then. “Do not think just because we are forced to be step siblings that it will change what I think about you. Listen to me, Mayers. You are still the same poor and opportunistic brat - just now, you're encroaching on my space.” He grabbed his bag and stepped away from me. Before he got to the door, he paused. “Also, prepare for tonight. The engagement is going to be fun.”

“Okay, maybe I do sometimes.” He laughed. “You should come out once in a while.” “I do. When I actually want to.” “And you don’t want to when we’re around?” “Not when all of you are around.” I gestured towards the living room. “I’m not exactly friends with your entire hockey team.” “But Caden is your brother. You could hang around.” I scoffed. “You know we’re not that close.” His expression changed slightly. “Well…” “What?” “I’m interested in getting to know you.”

But his fingers had been careful against my cheek in that stairwell. You're the last person I ever wanted living in my house. But he was there every time something went wrong. I pressed my pen against my notebook hard enough to tear slightly through the page and made myself breathe. I was not doing this. I was not developing feelings for my stepbrother three weeks after my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I was not that girl. I had enough problems without adding an impossible, inadvisable, structurally catastrophic crush to the list.

“You’re an embarrassment to this family.” When my stepbrother Calvin moved in, it got worse. Calvin was loud, aggressive, and built like a brick wall—everything my father wanted in an heir. He hated that I had my mother's soft green eyes and delicate features. He treated my existence like a personal insult. I gripped the edge of the cleaning cart until my knuckles turned white. I remembered wearing thick long-sleeve shirts in the middle of July so my high school teachers wouldn't see the dark purple bruises wrapping around my upper arms.

I pointed out switching back to the game. “…Concussion last season. How’d you know?” He squinted his eyes at me, like a memory had just shot through him. “Because I used to fix your stepbrother when his started" I shouldn't have said that because it broke his face. I didn't even know why I was confessing everything to him. Maybe because I was shattered. He stepped off the ice. He was tall. Taller than on the posters. And he was shaking, definitely not from the cold but from holding something back.

I grab a beer out of the fridge and drink away whatever the hell I am feeling right now. I sit on my sofa, I watch the hockey game, I bite my lip thinking about my life. I have two brothers. We are three boys, out of the three of us, I have always felt like an outcast. Axel is the fuckboy; Damon has met the love of his life. what have I ever had? I am not a fuck boy; I am not madly in love with an ex like Damon.

I didn't know why, but I had my trust placed on him. I followed him to the counter, where he ordered two bottles. I wonder where Amber had gone to, a minute she was by my side, another minute, she had suddenly disappeared. "So tell me, how did you meet a bully like him" "Who?" I asked and had his gazed directed to a particular angle and i followed it. "Oh! Huxley...well he is my step brother and I am pretty sure he was just messing around that day. He is never a bully and has never been one" I was rather surprised the day he had acted in such ungodly manner.

One fact I disagree with is that I'm obsessed with my stepbrother. Ex bully but now my stepbrother. The transition is overwhelming and unbelievable. The guy who I had vowed to hate and get away from. The one who makes me feel insecure of myself. The one whose voice makes my blood boil. Just like the dew disappears with the morning light, all of this magnimonity was replaced with a feeling I can't place my hands on.

Henric said to her, "Can't we be separated from the hotel?" The little girl was unhappy and pouted, "My brother hates it." Henric shook his head, as if he had no idea what to do with her. "Mommy, look at my brother bullying me." Stephanie ran to the bathroom, lying on Stacy's back and holding her neck to complain. Stacy rubbed her face and deliberately asked, "Why did he bully you? Did he beat you or pinch you?" Stephanie was speechless. "..." She cocked her head and thought for a long time. "He hit me."

I muttered under my breath. "Well, your future father is an alpha. I'm sure you must have heard about our new alpha. He has a child a year older than you." I stared wide-eyed at my mom. "He will also go to the same school as you." My mom spoke casually without noticing the look on my face. I couldn't believe I would have a stepbrother and stepfather of much higher status than me. They were the alpha, and I was the omega in this house. Imagining what kind of pressure I would face when facing them scared me.