Romans & histoires Hating My Hockey Bully Stepbrother

"Long day." "Of course," Mom agrees. "You boys will have plenty of time to get to know each other better." I nod and smile, but inside I'm completely freaking out. This changes everything. Julian Hayes isn't just the guy who's been making my life miserable. He's not just my rival on the hockey team. He's my stepbrother. And we're going to be living in the same house. Shit.

“You’re humiliating me in front of her? Theo, this intruder just insulted your future Luna!” A short, humorless sound left him. “Defending her?” he said, stepping toward me. And yeah—he was too close. Too tall. Too intense. Too familiar. “I don’t defend parasites, Is—” “Watch your tone, stepbrother,” I cut in, my voice sharp as glass. “I’m not a slave you can hurl insults at.” “Wait… stepbrother?” Isabella whispered. Her gaze snapped to me, realization hitting, followed immediately by pure hatred.

won by our school hockey team. I dragged my feet across the hallway, enjoying the solitude and emptiness it held. If I would experience this kind of silence in school everyday, I wouldn't have my mom yelling over my ears to get ready for school. This was senior year but I still hated highschool. Was it because I'd been bullied constantly? Or because… I sighed and ran my hand over my neck before entering my class. My feet suddenly froze at the door and my breath hitched when I perceived a scent. I slowly lifted my eyes towards the last rows of seats and saw him. Ralph Levinson, the master bully of the school and a never ending nightmare. I felt my belly knot in fear and horror and my pa

He can’t go pushing away everyone good in my life. “Is this friend harmful?” he asks curiously. “No, he’s just a simple guy focusing on his studies. He’s the only friend I’ve ever had,” I mumble, embarrassed, though it doesn’t seem to surprise him. “But why would your stepbrother do that?” Somehow, I feel better sharing it with someone for the first time, even though I barely know this person. I must be extremely angry. “Caden’s my stepbrother, and he’s been cruel to me since our parents met.”

"I need your signed statement as soon as possible." I rolled my eyes. "You being nice to me isn’t a reason for me to do that," I said. "What do you want me to do then?" he asked like he was challenging me. I sighed and stared at him. "Stop bothering me. That’s all you can do." I wanted to add that he should never talk to me or come near me again, but I decided not to say it. I’ve been hating Wade Scott for years now, and I don’t know how or when the hate I feel for him will go away. Especially since he’s going to be my stepbrother.

I implore, tears already streaming down my face as I grab him around the waist, trying to drag him away from Clarence. He feels so hard, with uncompromising corded lines of muscle. His skin feels hot under my touch, or maybe it’s my skin that is hot. He reaches back to pluck me off, but I hang tight. “Ci, please,” I beg him. “You’re going to get in trouble. They’ll kick you off the team.” I try to reason with him, since we all know that Hockey is his safe sport. “I own the fucking team,” he grunts and continues kicking.

"Can we just drop it?" Ava held up her hands. "Okay, okay. Dropped. But seriously, if you need to talk I'm here." "I know. Thanks." I felt bad for snapping at her. She was just trying to help. But how could I tell her the truth? How could I explain that Nate Winter was about to become my stepbrother and he had already threatened to make my life hell? That he had done things to me in a library that made me forget my own name? It was too humiliating. Too complicated. Too everything.

"Okay, maybe you do know." I rolled my eyes, Liam had been trying to get me to attend one of his games for years. Years…..and every single time my answer has been exactly the same. No. I hated hockey. Actually, hate was probably too strong a word. I didn't hate the sport itself, I hated everything connected to it. Most importantly, I hated what it represented. Growing up with Liam wasn't easy, not because he was a bad brother. He wasn't. Honestly, Liam was probably one of the best brothers a person could ask for.

But as Ivy babbled on about Zephyr's legendary status, my chest tightened with a sudden wave of anxiety. I had to keep my mouth completely shut. Ivy didn't have a single clue that the campus "Ice King" was actually my stepbrother, let alone the fact that I was currently sharing a roof with him. I had made a strict promise to myself to keep our living situation a total secret. If anyone found out I lived with the most popular bad boy on campus, my quiet college experience would be entirely ruined. "Okay, fine, so he plays hockey," I muttered, wiping down the counter with a damp rag to distract myself. "That doesn't make him royalty. It just means he knows how to skate fast and hit people with

Ten years, and I still flinch not knowing which version of him is about to show up. It wasn’t always like this. Ten years earlier. “Alexandra, I wanna go home,” I whined, dragging my feet as he tossed a football from hand to hand, the late sun turning the grass gold at the edges. “Sasha, chill. I told the new kid I’d meet him here to throw the ball around,” my twin brother said, his brown eyes locked on the field like he was already in the NFL. He sighed, dug in his pocket, and tossed me a granola bar. “Here. Peanut butter. Your favorite.”