My Gifted Stepson Novels & Stories

"The headmaster of Hawthorn is in charge of learning about all of the new students who come to this school, and we're required to have a conversation with each family, to go over everything that you would need to know. That includes explanations about what it means to be gifted, how we interact with the natural world around us, and why we use our abilities. At least... each student is given the information that's appropriate for them at the time." "So..." I swallow. "You're saying that I'm gifted?" "Perhaps he mentioned that you have a gift?" The headmaster cocks an eyebrow. "A gift?" I blink, and it's like the room gets all fuzzy. Is what happened last night--the burst of strength and fury-

I have quite a collection of DnD cards, along with a few ancient Japanese throwing knives…” ”What the hell! That is damn amazing, kid! You’re probably loaded if you have that kind of items!” Well, it started with several pieces from my stepfather, which he gave me during my birthdays and we’ve both been adding to it so far…” ”Fuck the what kid? You've got a rich stepdad who gives you really expensive collectible gifts too? Your mom must be rolling in it then!" ”No, she actually passed away when I was twelve. And we were never close because she put her job first.”

He smiled as he heard me. "I am actually already in high school. I started a month ago. Then I found out that mama was coming to Toronto. And jealous Andrew told me before that you belong to Toronto. So I came here just so I could meet you." He added, surprising me in an instant. Then I remembered. His mother was also a genius. He probably got it from both of us, making him a gifted child. My chest was suddenly warm with the pride I felt toward my son.

He keeps yellig after me trying to say she was just a friend, but I saw the whole text chain, including him sending her dick pics. He never even sent me dick picks and we've been dating for a year. I'm not sure whee I'm walking, but I picked one of the three small paths, leading from the campsite, and I'm following it wherever it goes, though I have no idea where. Stephen is my boss's son. Well, he's more than that. His parents were my foster parents, since I was a teen. When I turned eighteen, his dad gave me a job, and then Stephen started asking me out.

The thought that someone this attractive was actually my stepbrother made me feel even more ashamed of myself. In other words, he was technically family, so any inappropriate thoughts needed to die immediately. He clearly froze for a moment, though out of politeness, he still accepted the chocolates. “Thank you, but do I know your mother?” Coming from anyone else, that question would’ve sounded rude. But somehow, not when it came from him. Then again, considering how unreliable my mom could be, the fact that she’d never personally met her own stepson honestly wasn’t that surprising. “Maybe she doesn’t know you yet, but you’ll meet eventually. These are her welcome gifts for you.”

I looked at her, shocked. “Darling, you are only 21. How are you supposed to stay alone in there?” she said. “Mom, I’m 21. Not a kid who can’t live alone,” I tried to justify. “She just cares about you,” my stepdad said. What in the world was this guy? He has no problem taking his wife’s previous marriage's grown daughter into his house? “I will think about it. But for now, I want to go to my house,” I said.

“He wouldn't play with me, Dad. So I had to do something to get his attention. “I knew it. Little bug, you must be nice.” Gift walked in from training. He is a big boy now, already eleven years old. “G! You're back!” Dora ran towards him and he carried her in his arms. “Now, we can play all you want. Let's forget about those boring siblings of ours.” “Yeah right.” Jaden said and rolled his eyes at them. “You spoil her too much, Gift.” Athena mentioned, always the voice of reason.

I snapped, not slowing my pace or looking at him. “What are you talking about, Avery?” “If you have more gifts for my son, he won’t get them this time. I’m not gonna let you try to weasel your way into his life with presents.” Gideon looked at me. “Wait, so you gave the gifts to him after all?” I didn’t answer that, but I didn’t need to. I was pretty sure that my face gave it all away, because Gideon smiled somewhat, his lips tugging slightly upwards at the corners.

Stephen had warned his little daughter. "Huh." "Please, Stephen. Don't say anything. Let us talk." She had shrugged, but not in an unkind way. No, it was a little different. It was kind. Not wasting a second She had given her the gifts All her favorites. Backpack, dolls, and Chocolates. And a picture of her mother. That was the moment When finally little Riley wasn't able to control herself and had embraced her happily. She accepted her. "Thank you."

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo