My Gifted Stepson Novels & Stories

Aiden said and I shook my head in derision. My mom's car drove and packed beside Aiden's car. She screwed down the window of the car and I could see that she had packed her head in a pony, not only had she packed her hair in a pony but she was sitting with Aiden's son, my stepbrother. "What's your son doing there? He is coming for a visit? Thought he had gone back to college.." I muttered silently. "I really don't know," Aiden replied shaking his head then he added, "That makes the work easier then"

“I haven’t even thought about it. My family might be getting gift cards this year.” She nudged my shoulder. “You can’t do that! You’ve had a kick ass job for what, eight months? With an awesome salary upgrade. Those step siblings of yours will be sad.” I took a sip of my coffee, loving the Java goodness. “Yeah, the gift cards will have a significantly larger dollar amount, and those step-siblings understand dollar amounts.” She nudged my shoulder and wiggled her eyebrows. “Come on, let’s go shopping this weekend, that is, unless you have plans with Mr. Craft.”

I mumbled, flickering my hands through my hair. “I don't really know about it but we can dig into it. We never might know what they're hiding from us and the world.” He replied slowly, calculatingly. “Indeed,” I sighed, breathing profusely. “I sent you a present, didn't you notice it?” He mentioned, my eyes widened in shock, totally lost at his last statement. A gift? The only time my foster father gave me a gift was anything I won an enormous operation against our enemies. “Notice what? I've been busy playing along with Adrian deceit. And why would you send me a gift? Last I checked I haven't won any operation in a long while.”

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

Aldrich Timbers I saw how mum dropped her orange juice on the glass table whilst staring at me with a shock look on her face. “You're doing what!” Mum yelled at me and I gulped nothing. Why was she being paranoid now? “You heard me right mum, Chelsea and I are going to be getting married” I said. “In few weeks” I added, gulping the whole of juice down my throat. “Don't you find that humiliating! You are getting married to your step sister, Aldrich!” Mum yelled at me and I scoffed, trying hard to control my anger.

he muttered, eyes closed. My cheeks flushed red even though he couldn't see it cause his eyes were closed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t fuck you, I’m a mess right now,” his eyes opened. “It’s okay, I’m glad you're okay now.” I had just let my stepson finger me. On the night of his father’s birthday. I sat there quietly, staring at the floor, heart still racing. Because the truth was— I wanted him. I wanted his body over mine, skin to skin.

“Damien wouldn’t do that!” “You call your stepfather by his name. Interesting.” He was doing it again, giving her those looks that suggested he knew far more than she did. She felt as if she were stark naked in front of him, to be observed and studied. “Now that I think about it, your relationship seems a whole lot better than I was made to believe. Aaron wouldn’t shut up about how shitty your relationship with the bloodsucker is—a pity story, if you ask me.”

At this moment, Stephanie was focused on the game and did not find out that Stacy was back. "Mommy." Henric came over. At such a young age, he frowned deeply. Stacy reached out and touched his eyebrows. "You are a good boy. You take good care of your sister for mommy, so I want to give you a gift." Henric's eyes lit up. "What gift?" Of course, he was happy to have a gift. Stacy handed the bag to him. Henric immediately took it and took out the box inside. "Is it a Magic Cube?"

Setting them in the gift table I give her a suspicious look, “and why exactly would I be mad at my son’s godmother?” “Well, I may have bought him a few things that aren’t technically suitable for a one year old,” she admits sheepishly. “That’s why these are from me,” Georgie says as he puts his packages on the table. “Someone had to buy gifts the little man could actually play with.” Annie claps her hands, “speaking of! Where is my godson?” “He’s out back with..” I don’t even get to finish before she’s racing out the back door, my sons name being shouted so loudly it echos through the house.

He thought that losing his mom might be the punishment Isa and he received, even though he tried his best to escape. Isa’s father left a huge inheritance for Geoffrey. However, since he pulled out his name out of the family name, Geoffrey did not get a penny. He doesn’t want to get money from a loving and kind stepfather, who had no idea that his daughter is head over heels with her stepbrother. He felt so guilty whenever he thought of their parents.