My Gifted Stepson Novels & Stories

He tried to push the door open wider but I held it firm. “That girl meant nothing, I was drunk, and didn't know what I was doing… I fucked up but I love you and you know that.” The words that used to make me melt now felt like cheap lies.I thought about my stepdad's possessive grip, the way he looked at me like I was something precious and filthy at the same time. Kyle never made me feel like that. “Go away,” I whispered. “It’s over.” He leaned closer, voice dropping. “Is this because of him? Your new stepdad? I saw how he was watching you at the reception.”

Tattoos peeked just above his collar, the same ones I’d dug my nails into less than two hours ago, the man who had called me his filthy little escort and made me scream. Our eyes locked across the crowded room, his sharp gray eyes darkened with recognition. A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. My breath caught, heat flooded my face and lower. My pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of him pounding into me, and fresh shame washed over me in waves. This can’t be happening. “Everyone,” Mom announced proudly, her voice carrying over the music as she pulled me forward, “this is my daughter, Elara! Victor, darling, meet your new stepdaughter.”

He asked, “She was a total hardass. I have no doubt she’ll keep the boy in check. He would end up coming back with good manners.” Well, now that I think of it, taking care of Mrs. Isadora probably was a harsher punishment than time in the lock-up. I had never liked that lady, especially when she peered at me through those thick glasses that made her eyes look big and buggy. I had this distinct feeling that she saw through my fake pity stories. And also, she never cared that I was the Alpha’s stepson; she would punish me without a second thought. On one occasion, she had even recommended to my mother that I should visit the school psychologist.

ARTBATI was the only grand gift I could give my child. “Our child?” Jerry suddenly turned to look at me, looking so shocked. “Yes,” my voice lowered a bit, seeing how taken back he looked, “I have always had it in mind, and it is only right that I do the same my father did for me,” I added, my mind casually wandering to the most disastrous thing that would have happened if my father had not done that and made me the heir to his company right from time. My wicked stepmother and brother would have definitely taken over too.

I stood on the rooftop, under the moonlight, the wind howling around us— lost in the eyes of my stepson. “How old are you?” His fingers slacked around my jaw and tightened again. “Twenty-nine. Would be thirty in a few weeks. Why?” “Why were men bowing to you instead of your father?” “Pardon?” I met his gaze. “I saw everything. The cars. The men. They bowed to you instead of Androa.” He let go of my face. Then sipped his drink and stepped away, his shoes clicking on the floor. It felt like my senses snapped back.

Mom and stepdaughter have sex for first time. eNJOY >>>>>>>>>>>> I had sent my stepdaughter off to a private school on the other side of the country when she was eight. I just didn't like the local public schools. I let her go to the localized schools for the first few years, but when she kept coming home obviously unhappy, I sent her off. For months I was wracked with guilt. At the time I felt it was in her best interest since she was starting to hang around with some of the "mean girls" and other unsavory types. She wasn't the most attractive girl at school, and I was afraid she would start to get involved in drugs so she could fit in. But I did worry that she would resent it. Now, ten yea

"Uh, I guess you can take my boxers then?" "As if they would fit me—you have football thighs!" He grins. "Don't forget about your favorite thing about me—my peachy ass; it's also big. Very round. Do you want to bite it?" I roll my eyes at him, but I can't fight the smile stretching my lips. Damn it all to hell! My heart is light and bubbly around Noah, but I realize it's wrong. I can't fall in love with my freaking soon-to-be stepbrother!

Harper brought out a white envelope, in which he had photos of his children. "Miss Verne, this is my eldest son Hero Scott, he is twenty-six years old, and the CEO of Hi-tech company. He is very short-tempered and rude. And this is my second son, Harris Scott. he is twenty-four years old, the CEO of the H-music industry, and a singer. Unlike his brother, he is very arrogant, and irresponsible. He changes and treats women like trash. My third child is Hardin Scott, he is fifteen years old and a student. He barely has the time to focus on his studies, although I don't know what he uses his time for, and at such a young age, he is already a rascal. Lastly, this is Harley Scott, my last child. S

I get back in his face. "No Zander I'm not. I'm sorry you don't want to grow up and treat women with any respect but I'm fine with that. Allie is my girlfriend and Kat is going to be my step sister. I'm not ashamed so if you think you can hide the news your wrong. I won't make her feel unwelcome here." Zane stormed out of my room and slammed the door. I'm sure he was going to tell Dad all about it. I mean yeah Kat looked hot last night. Not at all how she normally dresses at school and man Portia was mad as hell that she has new competition. Maybe with a little help I could change Kat into someone I didn't have to be embarrassed of.

“You guys have a beautiful daughter, and I will miss having her in my class, but she needs more than I can give her, sadly.” “Thank you so much for letting us know, and for doing this for her. You are an amazing teacher and Calliope is very lucky to have had you,” I said, extending my hand for her to shake. With a firm shake we left, ready to enroll our little prodigy into this new school. My little genius. __________________________________ “Thank you for your help, Gerald.” I shook his hand, thankful I kept in touch with the old DA. He had great connections still and was able to help us get Calliope enrolled in the school for the gifted.