Hating My Hockey Bully Stepbrother Novels & Stories

talked to him. You didn't know how to tell your only sibling that you're spending every day with a guy who bullied you. He isn't bullying me. Wow. Wait, just listen to me. No, she cut in. You listen to me. Her voice cracked. You spent years after years trying to get over what he and his members, his friends, did to you. You couldn't watch hockey. You froze when someone raised their voice at you. You stuttered because you almost forgot how to speak and how to be comfortable with hearing your own voice. You had to go to therapy because of him. My throat tightened. So don't sit here. I watched the brother that I know turn into someone else I could barely recognize. So you don't get to sit ther

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.

I then got out of the car, ready to thank her for the ride. "I bet it's something you can do." Olivia was responding to the fact that I felt I might not be able to do what it would take, to have Adrian fall for me. She then went on to say, "I have a really big question that bothers me and I've been meaning to ask." "What's up?" I swallowed. I was every inch exhausted. "Since Adrian is your stepbrother, what's going to happen when he finally stops bullying you and starts developing affection for you?”

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 one. Why am I aroused by him? Am I even normal? What sort of abominable affection is this? I should have jumped right on his ass as soon as I saw him, cursing him for making me leave my busy schedule and come all the way here, yet here I am, ogling him as if he were a piece of meat that I could devour in a minute. What the fuck?

The one that teased me and called me names. I nod and watch they both leave the room as I take a step onto the deck and inhale the pure fresh air. The lake is serene as the sun glints gently down. This guy has made it so BIG. Little Cody and his hockey sticks is now THE hottest ice hockey player in the country. In my eyes though, it doesn't change the fact that he was a total jerk to me growing up and I'm never going to forgive him for how he treated me. They drop my bags and a couple of boxes off to the room. My brother gives me a proper bear hug and ruffles my hair. "Hey stop it. I'm not eight anymore." But it feels good. I kind of missed him whilst I was in New York.

’’ “Guess me moving school meant nothing.’’ ‘’Small world, fucking small world,’’ mom said, shaking her head. I pushed my plate back. ‘’I’m going to bed.’’ My mom grabbed my hand. I could see that she has a lot to say but instead she said. ‘’Sleep well, sweetheart.’’ On my way up to bed, I paused and couldn’t help but stare at my new stepbrother’s door. I wonder if I should tell him that was the room my father died in? Either way, I could tell that we would never get along. Just our first meeting said it all. He was my bully on top of that, so both my school life and home life would be hell. I closed my door behind me and leaned on it for a while. Now why the hell was someone so incredibly h

“They’re just the lowest Omegas from some other pack. I wouldn’t let them lick my shoes on the street—so why are they in my house? Why is she my mom, and she my sister? My friends are going to laugh at me!” His face is crimson, his voice climbing toward a scream. Plates rattle. My mom flinches. And something inside me snaps. Same as his brothers—cowards when it comes to their father, but brave enough to spit on my mom. Just because we’re Omegas doesn’t mean we don’t have hearts. I grab his knife, slam it into the table—right between his small fingers, close enough to graze skin. I may not have a wolf, but I grew up fighting with the worst boys in the pack. I’m not easy prey.

Clara I never thought my biggest humiliation would happen twice in one day first from my high school bully then the guy I hated so much on campus. “You should have kicked his ass. I just hate his gut” I voiced out to my 6 foot 4 inch step brother who towered over me and he did that which I hate so much. It makes me feel five and smaller but I don't mind anything to make him touch me. That is the least I could get at least for now.

“Okay. Now tell me everything.” “I really don’t even know how to describe it.” “Start at the beginning.” “It happened when we first moved in.” “What happened?” “He kinda jerked me off.” “WHAT?” “Dude, stop screaming into your mic. You’re going to deafen me.” “You just told me that your stepbrother, the guy you hate more than anyone else in the world, and who hates you too, jerked you off. DUDE!”

“Are you kidding me, right now? Mom, he’s my stepbrother don’t gross me out like that. Ugh, that is disgusting.” She tilts her head when she releases me from her embrace. “Ah, but he is very good looking. It’s hard to try to pretend not to be attracted to someone at your age, Roxy. It’s biological and natural.” Oh my God. I don’t want to have the laws of attraction seminar right now. “Mom, he’s an asshole. A jerk. He is full of shit and himself.” She chuckles. “He has ever right to be, Roxy. He’s the center play for the NHL team; he is the best on the ice that they’ve ever had. He’s won three Stanley Cup championships. What do you expect? Modesty?”