Hating My Hockey Bully Stepbrother Novels & Stories

"You asked me out before the hockey season had started. I was still a newbie and wasn't sure whether I should focus on hockey or my degree." "Let me guess: you picked hockey." "I dropped out around the same time Nathan did—your sister's husband. I play on the same team as him, but I live here when it's the off-season..." an evil smile curls his lips. "I'm bulking right now." While still blushing, I roll my eyes. "You had to jab that in, didn't you?" "Well, I took it rather personally when someone said, 'No offense, but you're too skinny and nerdy for me,' last year."

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

But I was completely wrong. "How could I tell you? It's not something to brag about," he made a fake chuckle, making fun of the situation that's for me very crucial. "It's not something to brag about but something to discuss, you idiot!" I can't control my emotions anymore. Why is my brother getting bullied?

He flexed his muscles, then turned around to flex his back. “Even with my shirt on, you can still see the outline.” “Get out of here.” I said, throwing the pillow at him. “Justin’s body is learning from mine.” “So you’ve checked out his body?” “What?! No! Justin is like a brother to me.” The smile on my lips disappeared. He can’t check out Justin’s body because he’s like a brother to him, and there isn’t any family connection between them. I am his actual step sister and he’s checked out my body, and even jerked to my pictures. He’s touched it, and made me feel things a sibling should never make eachother feel.

I stated and then hung up the phone. I thought he actually listened to me and didn’t bother contacting me. I never expected this. What did he want with my life? Was he back to ruin it all? Just when I had begun to think life was perfect for me and now he was back to make me suffer and be traumatised all over again, but this time, I won't go down without a fight. I was not the fat, meek and naive seventeen year old from high school anymore. I wouldn’t let a person walk all over me anymore, even if that person is my stepbrother. I thought those words in my head before I fell asleep.

I was a big boy; I could take it. “I have a bully. I lost my virginity to him the other day and since then, he finds me and touches me every chance he gets. No matter what I do, I can’t escape.” She admitted. “I see.” I had a feeling I knew who she was talking about. It was probably that wolf who got in my face this morning. “Do you want me to take care of him?” I asked. “You can’t, he’s the future alpha and my stepbrother.” She whispered.

Yeah? “What are you not used to that is getting you to blush like a sweet sixteen, huh? Seeing a hot guy like me, or you being called gorgeous? Hasn't any man appreciated you for the beauty that you really are, sissy?” He asks as he fiddles with his trimmed field hockey beard. He is as annoying as ever. But in a way, I hate to admit that he is right. I mean, this is him, my stepbrother, the ever-annoying Joe Fredrick Montana! Why am I aroused by him? Why is his presence making me this uncomfortable?

Prodigies on the Ice. I haven't seen them since I got married and they haven't changed one bit—still as arrogant as ever. And when my gaze fell to the sexy tattoos on their necks and upper abs, heat rose to my cheeks. These men were my bullies in highschool. I hated them because they think a woman shouldn't play hockey because everything would go to waste when she get married and started having children—and I hated the fact that they were right, especially that I gave up my career for that my asshole husband.

Everyone turned to me expectantly, and I couldn’t force a smile this time. “It’s great,” I managed. “But I don’t think I should take it.” Dad blinked once, slowly. “Are you joking” Those three words served to still the atmosphere. It was this power my dad had, automatically changing the mood in the room based on how he felt. “I just.. I don’t know if I can. Right now?” “Sweetheart, you love hockey.” Mum pressed softly. “I do, mum. Hockey’s my life. But things are complicated right now. I’m needed here. With the rogues, the patrol..”

It's a prison, and the warden is the cocky, infuriatingly hot asshole who leads the boys' hockey team and has made it his life's mission to make me miserable. The words were right there, on the tip of my tongue. I wanted so badly to tell her that my new stepbrother was Tyler Pierce. I wanted to vent about the forced car rides, and the way he looked at me, and the fact that he saw me break down over Logan but I couldn't. The moment I said it out loud, it would become real in a way it hadn't been before. It was too insane, too humiliating. How could I explain that the guy I'd dedicated years to hating, the focal point of all my competitive rage, was now, technically, family?