Is Days With My Stepsister A Romance Novels & Stories

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.”

No time for sneaky meet-ups. Funny how that was me a few months ago but now it sounded so long ago. I walked in and waited for her by the entrance. It didn’t take long before I heard the clink of her heels. She stepped in and I locked the door. She had this weird smile on her face and even dared to step closer to me and touch my cheek, but I brushed her hand away. “How was your paper?” she gave a lopsided grin. “Hope, I didn’t ruin that for you? It would be embarrassing for my fiance, the heir to his father’s business, to fail his exams and have to repeat a class,” she smirked.

I get back in his face. "No Zander I'm not. I'm sorry you don't want to grow up and treat women with any respect but I'm fine with that. Allie is my girlfriend and Kat is going to be my step sister. I'm not ashamed so if you think you can hide the news your wrong. I won't make her feel unwelcome here." Zane stormed out of my room and slammed the door. I'm sure he was going to tell Dad all about it. I mean yeah Kat looked hot last night. Not at all how she normally dresses at school and man Portia was mad as hell that she has new competition. Maybe with a little help I could change Kat into someone I didn't have to be embarrassed of.

“If not for her step-daughters coming this morning, I would still be there instead of here, losing my mind as I call every five minutes.” “You mean your stepsisters?” I frown, noting how she addresses them. Mariella shakes her head, watching me with dead eyes. “I don't have siblings, She got married, that's her family, not mine.” “Oh,” I nod, making a mental note to shut up. “Kidding,” she laughs again. Her sense of humour seems darker than I recall, and salty. “I love my step sisters, especially the little one she's so pretty and perfect.” “Okay.”

Being a straight-A student is the only other good thing I've got going for me other than my Jared. I'm so lost in thought about what the day holds that I bump into the last person I want to see today. My stepsister. She sneers, dusting off her shoulder with so much disgust. "Ewwww, don't get your useless Omega scent all over me, you smelly dog." As if her words aren't damaging enough, she shoves me backward so hard that my head slams against the wall behind me. Stars explode in my vision, but I just shake my head and take a quick step around her.

She calmed down for a second after what I did. “I bid on you earlier because I was saving you from those who bid before me,” I told her. “I didn’t bid on you to make you look shameful, Isla. I don’t want anyone to have my sister.” “Stepsister,” she said. I shook my head. “Sister or stepsister… it doesn’t matter anymore.” “Still–” “That’s how much you mean to me, Isla. I know I’ve done terrible things to you before and I hope you forgive me. I was lost and I think I’ve found my way back after meeting you,” I told her.

“But Tessa is a good friend. And it’s in the past now.” Thank God for that. To lighten the mood, I say, “You used to have a crush on her.” His cheeks pink. Hold on a second. “Do you still like her?” “Yep.” He did not just say that. Casting a glance at the door, he brings my hand to his lips and pepper kisses all over my knuckles. My anger dissolves. “Tessa is practically a sister to me.” “What about me?” I ask. “You are a stepsister to me,” he replies.

Overwhelmed by the emotion that was painfully squeezing her heart inside her rib cage, Briana's voice quivered as she repeated her question. Jack sighed heavily. "Sis, please don't do this to me. Right now, I only see you as my stepsister. I wish I could love you the same way I have in the past. But honestly, I'm not feeling that spark right now. It's simply nonexistent in my vocabulary. As of the moment, my heart says that you are my stepsister and nothing else." He pointed his finger at his heart to emphasize his words; frustration was etched on his handsome face. Briana's tears roll down her face. "Then allow me to stay here in your room to remind you of how things used to be between us!"

Reminding myself she was wasted cost me every ounce of control I had left. Even the day I cut my hand felt like a small victory. She stayed home instead of going out with him. In the home theater I had purposely handed her my canned drink, pretending the bandage made it impossible, just to watch her open it for me. That small act. My fingers brushing hers, the quiet intimacy of it. It felt so good. She is my stepsister. I should not crave her like this. Like I will die if I do not have her. But I do.

Tired of his tantrums. "It's your sister. Do you remember the day I saw you guys in the city? I told you that I smelled this faint scent of strawberry short cake and you implied that it might be your mate's scent. That scent is coming from Libby. It is intoxicating. When I brushed up against her I felt this electric sensation. I just don't know what to do. Then, there is Stephanie, Beta Michael's daughter whom I have been dating for the past two years. The feeling I thought I had for her is nothing compared to your sister."