My Gifted Stepson Novels & Stories

My step father had three sons with his ex wife who had also died while giving birth , they were three triplets and they were going to my brothers after this , but I didn’t mind . I didn’t care if we had a nice relationship or not , but it’s not as if I was going to live here for long , since I already met my wolf Sara , I am pretty sure that before I turn 20 I would meet my mate and so I would be out . The thought of meeting my own mate alone made me excited . “ I know the moon goddess made the right decisions when she chose you as my second chance mate , you are my everything and I am so ready to do this with you “ my step dad vowed to break me out of my thoughts.

I see a boy in the pictures, no older than ten, wearing a race suit with a helmet on his arm. As I continue to follow the framed images, I see the boy holding trophies, exuding charm that I’ve never imagined a child could exhibit. The sight, however, mixed with those broad shoulders, makes my mind wander to another man. A man who oozes style and charm. I shake my head at the ridiculousness of that thought. “No, Evelyn, don’t think of him anymore. That’s it.” “Ah, I see you’ve discovered my son.” My new stepfather, Gregory, steps into the room. I’m pretty sure Mom told me he’s over six foot tall, and I’m inclined to believe she’s right as I crane my neck.

He is a strong and special alpha. ‘I know he is strong and special.’ I said with a smile. ‘Girl, get your head out of the clouds. He and his entire family are special. Gifted. When we mark him, we are going to amplify it for him.’ ‘Special how?’ I asked. Why hasn’t he told me? ‘We are going to amplify it?’

The way he knocked me flat during scrimmage while my teammates laughed. And now he's my stepbrother. My father's new wife's son is the same boy who poured coffee all over me on his first day. The same kid who danced on that table like he owned the room. The same nobody who somehow stole the spotlight on my ice. It feels like the universe is playing some cruel joke on me. I cross to my bed and sink, staring at the trophies lined across my shelves. Everything I've worked for, everything that defines who I am.

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

Not standing beside Kelan pretending to be his perfect Luna, but plotting with Valor to take everything for ourselves. "I'm sure he'll her number tonight," I mentioned casually. "Finally stopped calling her every five minutes." "About time," Valor muttered. "His obsession with that girl was getting pathetic." "She's my step-sister you know," I revealed quietly. Valor's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Step-sister? You never mentioned that before." I set the glass down and walked to the window, looking out at the pack grounds below. "Her father was with my mother once," I explained. "Before he met Melissa's mother. My mother got pregnant but he denied it and moved on. Built a whole life with Melis

My breath caught. That lion fights the monsters in the walls and the despair that tries to seep in through the cracks in the ceiling." I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt the tear land on the folder. Ms. Beck quietly handed me a tissue. "I know we don't typically do this until parent-teacher conferences, but your son is gifted. Not just smart, not just articulate. Gifted.". I couldn't find words, but they stuttered in my throat. "He's… he's always been like that," I managed finally. "Even when he was small. He'd ask me questions that had me Googling at midnight."

*at my house dad* I lied *well, I was hoping you could drive down to the mansion cause I have some good news for you* he stated and I giggled fondly before asking what it was. *I got myself a new wife* he uttered and I felt everything around me pause at that moment, waiting for him to tell me he was joking. I gasped in disbelief before biting my lower lips to suppress the anger I was feeling within. *what?....don’t tell me it not a joke dad. I mean, I don’t need a stepmom neither do you need any wife for yourself* I fired and he gave a dry laugh across the line. *just quit saying that. I need a wife. I don’t care if you need a stepmom or not but I Gonzalez need a woman by his side.. you get

I answered, my voice cool. "What is he like? How did he react to having a stepmom who is a few years younger than him?" She asked rapidly, her hands pressed together in anticipation as she leaned forward, her green eyes similar to mine, shining. It was good to see her almost back to normal. I thought, smiling slightly. "Nothing special," I stated, which was a lie. He was something special. He was very much special and he made my freezing heart skip beats. "He didn't react in any way. Just said a simple hello," I lied.