Is Days With My Stepsister A Romance Novels & Stories

I said, huffing, and walked inside. The pile of documents on my desk stayed untouched as I kept thinking about what happened earlier. Not a good thing. I shook my head. Williams was going to be my stepson. I shouldn’t still have feelings for the man I was supposed to be a “mother figure” to. Why did that make me laugh? He was six years older. Calling him my stepson sounded ridiculous, but as funny as it was, it was true. I’d have to accept it someday, and so would he.

Not needing to take permission from anyone to make her mine. I want... I need her. A certain fire. Similar to the one I last felt with Jumoke, begins to burn in me again. Burning every sense of reasoning in its path. Although there's no more space between us, I draw her closer. Wanting to feel enough warmth of her. I then tilt my head and attack her tender lips with mine. Esther POV; I had run into Dayos room screaming like a maniac, and after sharing my cockroach problem with him, I could very visibly see him battling laughter.

“I'm not sure I disturbed you the way you're disturbing me. When you kissed, Elena. Did I do anything to you? So why do you bother me so much?” “You're my sister. I'm supposed to protect you.” “Step—” I corrected with a smile. “I'm your stepsister. I'm not your real sister. Do you understand me?” He didn't need to say more, or much. I turned around, after ensuring he was shocked by what I had done. “I should go back to my boyfriend.” I was enjoying this, everything happening at this event. Sooner, I was seated with Ramon again, his hand rested on my lap. “I'm sorry I distracted our kiss—” My voice, audible, could be heard by all who were seated in the space with us.

Nothing would ruin my day. ~~~~~~~~~~ It seemed like a typical morning in our household, when I walked downstairs. It was filled with the usual tension and unease brought about by the presence of my wicked stepsister, Bethany. It was almost as if I had a super power. Every time whenever any of them was around I could almost there. my moodle drastically drift and I had a sense of unease cycling at the bottom of my stomach. I did not hit my stepsister but that did not change the reality. no matter how much I love them I could not love them to become good. I could not have them to the extent of soft ending the year with. They were all wicked. but my step sisters and my stepmother. I felt trappe

My stomach fluttered. I forced a laugh. “I’m your stepsister.” He smiled slowly, like that word meant nothing to him. “So?” I swallowed, heart thudding. “So that’s… complicated.” He took a step closer, and I backed against the wall, breath hitching. His face hovered inches from mine. “Complicated is just another word for fun.” Then, without warning, he leaned in. I held my breath—but he didn’t kiss me. He just whispered, “Sleep tight, stepsis,” and walked back inside, leaving me flushed, trembling, and completely undone.

“Like, you live in the same house, right? Shouldn’t be hard to carpool.” I frowned, pushing away the leftover burn of Stephan’s indifference. “First of all, we are step-siblings,” I corrected. “And anyway, he hardly stays over at the Romano mansion. Has his own places.” “Ugh. Of course he does,” Betty made a face. “Mr. Broody Power Suit probably sleeps on a bed made of spreadsheets.” I laughed weakly. “Let’s hope his fiancée approves of that.” “Oh, he does have a fiancée.” She said it like it just occurred to her. But then, shrugged. “Well, whatever. Let’s settle in. Today’s gonna be nuts.”

“I was gone, you know.” “I noticed,” I said without looking up. “The packhouse was quieter.” She frowned more. “I was gone for many days. I came back today.” “Just a couple days, kid.” She huffed. “Doesn’t matter. I still came back and I still don’t like you.” “Noted,” I said, flipping to another page. “I’m glad you don’t like me.” “You should be nice to me. I’m Mira’s sister.” “And Mira is my stepsister,” I replied flatly.

"Look, I can explain." "What do you want to explain, Cassian?", I groaned in frustration, at the verge of breaking down. "Why do you want to explain the details of your marriage to your stepsister?" He took a step closer, but I retreated immediately. "You know that you mean more than that, Celeste." "I don't. I'm tired of giving you the chance to toy with my feelings. I refused to be swayer by your words tonight. Let's establish the fact that we're nothing but stepsiblings. Whatever happened was a mistake, and we need to move on from that-"

I never thought the day would come when I would stand face-to-face with the woman who destroyed me, not with trembling knees or a broken heart, but with fire burning steady under my skin. Leila. My step-sister. The one who had smiled sweetly in front of others, pretending to love me while throwing me into the dirt behind closed doors. The one who mated with Kyle, my so-called mate, and locked me in a dungeon as punishment for existing. The one who laughed when my screams echoed through stone walls, and who never told me I had been carrying a child when she ripped it away from me with her cruelty.

Back on the dance floor, soft music began to play. Couples moved toward the center of the ballroom. Lucas looked at Emma. “Mrs. Blackwood, would you like to dance?” Emma froze. She looked at Damien. Before she could answer, Lucas laughed. “Relax.” “I’m only asking because your husband looks like he’d rather negotiate a billion-dollar deal than dance.” Emma laughed softly. To everyone’s surprise… Damien stepped forward. “No.” Lucas raised an eyebrow. “No?” “I’ll dance with my wife.”