Mess With My Stepbrother Novel Novelas e Histórias

The mysterious Russian with the panty melting smile. "You are alive?" The message read. I turned away from the morning light filtering in from the partially opened curtain. Usually I loved feeling the rays against my skin, loved seeing how the soft light painted my room in delicate streaks, but now it felt like arrows stabbing right into my eyes. "Yeah, I'm alive." I texted back. A few seconds later, it showed that he'd read it and the typing bubble appeared. "What's the deal with your asshole step brother?" My eyebrows shot up as I read the message, then read it again for good measure. And that's when the memories came slamming back. My mouth dropped open as I recalled Travis hurling me up

"You don't mean that." "Don't I?" His hand came up, his fingers catching a strand of her hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger like he couldn't help himself. "I've been trying not to mean it for months. Trying to convince myself that what I feel is appropriate. Brotherly. Protective." "It should be," Inés whispered, but she didn't step back. Couldn't step back. "You're my stepbrother." "I know." His eyes were dark, intense, burning with a desire that made her knees weak. "Believe me, I know. But that doesn't change the fact that watching another man touch you makes me lose my fucking mind."

It began with: Am I to blame? For years, my stepbrother has been starring in all my fantasies. He has always been caring despite his cold demeanor, and has been my rock through the good and the bad times. We have recently kissed, and now he’s asking me to become his lover. I don’t know what to think and have no one to confide in. Thoughts? Simone soon went to take a shower. And under the soothing hot water, as her muscles loosened, she could almost forget all her concerns.

Or maybe I was exaggerating. But I had no idea the man I called my stepbrother would be so angry about it. He wasn’t just mad that I came to his office—he was furious that I introduced myself as his stepsister. And he made that very clear within seconds of me entering. “I’m your stepbrother? Why the fuck would you tell anyone I’m related to a bastard?” he yelled, throwing a paperweight in my direction. It barely missed me but left a huge dent in the wall.

Silence. Then I whispered, “I crushed on Ashton for two years. Two damn years! And now I find out he’s my stepbrother. My father humiliated me in front of his girlfriend and her son. Threw my dead mother in my face. Jason... I can’t do this anymore.” I could hear him breathing, and could almost feel the tension stretch across the line. “It’s better this way, Novah,” he finally said, gently. “I mean... Come on, it’s good news, don’t you think? Now that he’s your step brother, you can finally get over him.”

I guess he meant it when he said we should ignore each other. “It’s my stepbrother… I” “What’s wrong? Is he giving you a hard time? My stepbrother is a total asshole,” Kenya says. I smile. Life would be easier if I thought he was an asshole. “No, I fell in love with him over the summer.” The room falls silent as all eyes turn to me. See, I know they would think it was weird. “I know it may be weird….” I begin to explain “Ewwwwwwww.” Kenya exclaims.

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

"So basically, God looked at your stressful semester and decided to hand you a premium package. A wealthy, good-looking, childhood-best-friend stepbrother. Do you know how many web novels start exactly like this?" I rolled my eyes, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through my stress as I threw a crumpled napkin at his head. "Shut up, Leo. It's a nightmare. We are moving into one house after the wedding next month." Leo caught the napkin against his chest and laughed even harder. "I'm serious! Imagine running into your long-lost childhood best friend after twelve years and finding out he's your stepbrother now. That's either the beginning of a dark romance book or a psychological thrill

I already hated their ridiculous marriage enough as it was. Which meant Kayden’s money was still useful to me. But he was my Stepbrother now? How was I supposed to survive an entire month, doing whatever he wanted and acting as a step sister? I let out a discreet breath. I decided not to let it bother me. My plan was after that one month, I'd go to another town and start a new life, far away from them. “What are you thinking about?” he asked suddenly, turning the wheel as the car curved into the street leading to my house.

I don’t look back, I rushed off, heels clicking like gunshots against the marble floor, each step echoing run, run, run. Because how the hell do you sit at dinner with your boyfriend...when he's about to become your stepbrother?