Novel & Cerita Hating My Hockey Bully Stepbrother

“No, I don’t.” “Liar.” “I hate him.” She snorted. “Hate-fucking is a thing.” I slapped my forehead. “You’re a bad friend.” She gasped. “I am the best friend. You’re just in denial. Denial is a river.” I groaned again. “Even if I did, which I don’t—it doesn’t matter. Ryder is… Ryder. He’s annoying. He’s cocky. And he’s going to be my stepbrother.”

“Don't tell me you're still continuing with your silly hockey dreams when you can come and take over either your father's pack or his company. Don't you know your stepbrother is trying to covet everything, not caring that you're the legitimate heir to all of these?” So… This wasn't all of Dante's family? He had a stepbrother too? I looked between him and his mother, waiting for him to either give her an excuse or cancel the trainings for today while we stayed in—which was something I was really looking forward to because I didn't know the kind of reception I would get from the team when I got back to the rink.

"Hey, it will help you forget about Bailey." I stiffened. He couldn't possibly know, could he? Was it written all over my face that my step brother was fore and center in my head. "What about him?" "That spat you two had. I know it's bothering you that you had to make a tough decision for his sake, but he totally turned on you like you're the villain." My jaw ground together. Watching him push himself on the ice today had made me want to shake him till some sense came back to him. What had he been fucking thinking? I hadn't expected him to even get anywhere near the rink for at least a week.

And I was about to spend every other weekend at the school where my stepbrother played hockey, pretending our relationship was purely professional while carrying a conflict of interest the size of a Zamboni. Senior year was supposed to be simple. Nothing about this was simple.

We held full conversations without speaking and people passed us on the pavement without a second glance, they probably thought the worst but we didn't care. At some point he said, "Can I ask you something." I nodded and gave him a keep going nudge. "Is something going on between you and Lucas," he asked, causing me to stop. "You don't have to answer, but I'm just a bit confused and surprised at his recent attitude." Silence stretched between us, as I typed on my phone. *He's just my step-brother. My bully before, but I think he's trying to atone, and get me to forgive him and be cordial.*

He didn’t even care that I hadn’t consented to that video! “I don’t want to hear excuses, you won’t be going to Toronto this weekend anymore… I'll be sending you to grandmas, surely you can work on the farm…” His words slowly drowned out and I turned to leave ignoring his calls. I hated them… This time j meant it… just one night I had leg loose and foolishly trusted them only for them to ruin my life. What I couldn’t understand was why? Why they had done it?! Perhaps to put me I. My image? Or to break me? As I walked past their room, I heard the hockey team mirror their girlfriends' laughter.

I was feeling butterflies for my stepbrother. I was about to lean down on the couch then I remembered something and changed my mind. Nathan didn't take his eyes off me and he seemed to have noticed my movement and frowned. “So how was practice,” he tried to lower down the awkwardness. “It was okay, you should come sometime,” I tried to play along. “Maybe, I'll think about it.” He paused for a moment then continued, “ you know it's not like I don't want to, I love hockey too,” I don't know why he was trying to explain himself. I knew he had responsibilities on his shoulders, he was born with his fate laid out for him and he couldn't just drop any of that for some game.

For a split second, I thought I saw a flash of pure agony cross his handsome features, but it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by his usual cold mask. "I don't care about you," he said, his deep voice dropping into a harsh, mocking whisper that cut me to the core. "But I care about my family's reputation. If you get involved with a guy like Blackwood, it brings a public scandal to my father's name. And that affects my hockey career. I'm just looking out for my father's reputation. Nothing more. After all, you are now my step sister." Sister. The word felt like a slap in the face. "Is that all I am to you?" I whispered, my heart shattering into tiny pieces. "Just something to protect

I needed to filter every single word coming out of my mouth. An hour later, Nico threw his controller onto the coffee table in pure frustration. I ended up winning with a final score of 14 : 2. He turned his body toward me, leaning back against the cushions as he studied my face with an intense, probing gaze. "I thought girls didn't care about hockey, especially since they were banned from playing," he began, his voice dropping into a quiet interrogation that made my chest tighten. "My brother plays, remember? I picked up a few things watching him," I said, offering a sweet, relaxed smile to throw him off.

“Yeah that Riven. The hockey guy everyone knows from the team. And get this he is my new stepbrother. Our parents got into some kind of agreement and got married while I was too busy losing my damn virginity to even tell you guys about any of it.” The table went quiet for a second then all three of them started talking at once. Larkin slapped her hand on the table lightly and laughed. “No way. The Riven? Like the one with all the hype on the ice and that attitude? Your stepbrother now? Izzy how did you keep that quiet this whole time?”