Marked By My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

She barked, pointing an index finger at me. My blood ran cold, and all that came to mind was Jake. What would happen when my mother finds out that I share a matebond with my stepbrother?

“Someone who likes digging into the past.” My stomach twisted. How did he know that? My voice came out sharper than I intended. “You’ve been following me?” Frank shrugged. “Let’s just say I like to stay informed.” I felt anger rising now. “You’re insane.” He stepped a little closer. “And you're curious.” I shook my head. “I don’t want anything to do with you.” Frank studied my face carefully. Then he said quietly, “You know I'm your stepbrother.”

I told her about my encounter with Zane and how the universe has decided to punish me by making us step-siblings. "I think this is the worst it can get." I sniffed dramatically. "Though mom said he's barely home, so I think I can manage." "Then why leave now?" "I have to stay around before the wedding this weekend, and I can confirm if she's right or not. I haven't given her a response yet." Nova nodded and patted my shoulder gently. "It's already bad enough, I don't think there's anything worse than having that asshole for a stepbrother."

I tease, and we both laugh. I didn’t realise how much I miss her and Alec until now. But I’d rather be run over by a car than show Alec that despite his shitty behavior, I still miss him. “So I’m the one who gets to be ignored?” Alec asks with a small smile that I respond to with a glare. I am about to say something when the gate is forced open. We all turn to check what is happening and when we do, my breath hitches. Thorne Xandros, my brother’s ex-best friend and now enemy, in all his glory storms into the house premises with a deadly look on his face.

Mom was sure to let me know that tomorrow was going to be a little hectic since I was going for the school registration yadah-yadah, but school was the last thing on my mind. After settling in my new bed, I fished out my phone and shot a quick text: The boy from my mom's wedding, he is my stepbrother!

Selena I tugged at the edge of my sweater, making sure it covered the mark just beneath my collarbone the one Stephen gave me. It burned sometimes. Not physically. Emotionally. A reminder etched into my skin that no amount of fabric could erase. Other girls would flaunt a mark like this. They’d walk around with heads held high, proud to be claimed. But me? I felt like a walking secret. A shameful one. Because Stephen isn’t just the Alpha’s son. He’s my stepbrother.

“Well, you know exactly what you had provoked as you disappeared just in time. Like the coward you are.” I scoff, wanting to respond but I know better not to do so. “And thanks to your idiotic move, my brother has now panicked, so we will hold the marking ceremony tonight.” “What?!” I skyrocket out of my seat. “Are you kidding me?” “Yeah, because I love chatting with you,” he answers sarcastically, clicking his tongue. “Now we have a problem and this wasn’t planned! Once she is marked by everyone and has marked my brothers back, there will be no chance to bring them down.”

The idea itself is very vile and my cunning of a stepbrother can do anything but love. He enjoys stalking me, he finds it amusing when I am scared of him. He is a bastard and a psychopath. He wants to get into my pants that is for sure but he also wants me to remember him all my life. He told me several times that he would leave a mark on me…an imprint that I forever will remember.

he said turning round to the wardrobe checking which outfit to wear,l paused my mind flooding with forgotten memories,stepbrother l now have a brother,l felt a spark of happiness in me but unsure of it,l have been craving to have a brother or sister when l was home but didn't get as my mom only gave birth to me,back then l always felt lonely and sad each time mom and dad goes to work as l had no brother or sister to play withl always wished l would have one someday but never thought that will only be after my mom's death,now here is one standing right in front of me,not just an ordinary one but a handsome one at that, he's every girls dream,l smiled admiring his sexy body as he was busy che

“Don’t.” His hand lingered in the air between us, fingers curling like he could still feel my skin. “You still wear the mark,” he murmured. “I can smell it on you. Mine.” The words should have terrified me. Instead they sent a dark, aching thrill straight to my core. I forced steel into my voice. “I’m here for the funeral. Nothing more. Stay away from me, Kade. For both our sakes.” His lips curved into that dangerous half-smile again... the one that had always meant trouble. “Too late for that, little mate.”