He Just Stepped Back Meme Novels & Stories

I backed away from him as I took another feeble step back. "Wh-What are you d-doing?" "Oh, nothing. I'm just growing stuff on my potato farm," he said, his words dripping heavily with sarcasm. I took unstable steps backward, away from him and he took stable ones forward, towards me. The irony. I backed against the wall and pressed myself against it; the cold tiles grazed the back of my shirt, making goosebumps trail over the back of my neck. I unfolded my arms and dropped them to my sides.

His lips twitch as he sees them staring at him from his periphery. A few steps away, he halts in his steps and walks back to them. "Oh, hey. I didn't see you there." He grins, obviously lying. "You're an idiot," Brooke smiles, shaking her head. "Just wanted to mess with Hazel here." "Ha ha! Very funny," Steph says dryly. Chris chuckles, spreading his arms wide with wiggling eyebrows. Steph raises her eyebrows at him while Brooke watches in amusement. "Come give me a hug," Chris croons. "You know you want to."

I took a deep breath before walking inside, determined to find answers. “Look who finally decided to remember us,” Justin joked, appearing almost immediately with his usual playful smile. “You disappear without warning, and then suddenly walk back in here like nothing happened.” I forced a small smile, though my attention remained on him. “I had reasons for disappearing,” I replied, watching his face carefully. “I didn't exactly leave because I wanted to.”

"Have I?" I couldn't answer. My throat had closed up, locked around all the things I wanted to say. Not yet. But you will be. You'll watch while they break me, and you'll call it justice. Silas stepped back. The distance between us yawned like a chasm. "There's something wrong here," he said, more to himself than to me. "Something I'm missing. And I'm going to find out what it is." He walked to the door. Paused with his hand on the handle.

"I have to meet with the show's director today. Besides, it's not appropriate for us to hang out together given our relationship." Reading this message, Victor anxiously chomped on more mint gum. What's not appropriate? The just-woken man lay on his bed, staring glumly at his phone. His hair was a mess from sleep, with a cowlick sticking up in the middle, bobbing as he shook his head. Victor pouted, not knowing how to respond. He ended up sending a self-made meme. The meme was of himself, teary-eyed, with a caption saying "Okay" in a sad voice.

Standing beside his car, arms crossed, brow furrowed, his dark eyes scanning me like he could see straight through me. Maybe he could. Can he tell I just fucked my Stepbrother? “Hey,” I said, forcing my voice to be even. His gaze narrowed slightly. “You okay?” I swallowed. Lied. “Yeah.” He didn’t buy it. His gaze flickered toward the building behind me, toward the penthouse I had just walked out of. "I thought you left." I chuckled. "Yeah but I came back, I forgot my back--i mean bag." My back?

“How did you know my name?” Slowly, he smirks, not a full smirk though, just the raise of his lips and then he licks his bottom lip and takes another step toward me, crowding my space. I step back at once, hitting my butt against a solid surface that feels like a car. It’s a car.

But just as our lips were centimetres apart, he pulled away and stepped back. “That is your punishment for making me jealous.” He said, before turning around and walking out of my room. What the fuck?

But I can’t let him win. He takes a step back. “I’ll make you regret that.” I shake my head even though my heart is practically beating out of my chest. “Fuck you.” A devilish grin appears on his face. “I’m sure you’d love to.” Then he turns around and walks off. Just like that. Gone before I can even breathe and process what happened.

My inner self told me it's not wrong to join my stepbrother. We're not doing anything wrong if I draw close and feed my curiosity. I tell myself, so, I lean close. But the next minute, my face turns pale. He's watching p**n! Not any kind, but a video of him and I! “Jace!” I cry, slapping the headphone from his ears. He turns to me slowly, that maddening grin tugging at his lips. Not an ounce of shame, not even surprise. Just that cool amusement.