My Gifted Stepson Novels & Stories

To avoid gossip and also to honor Isla's will, I married her husband, Felix. To give my best friend's only child a better future, I juggled three part-time jobs a day until my body gave out. The only consolation was that my stepdaughter proved herself, receiving an acceptance letter from a prestigious arts college overseas. In order not to ruin her bright future, I sold blood and even a kidney to scrape together her tuition. She graduated smoothly and, just as she had dreamed, married into a wealthy family.

She grabbed my arm, pulling me forward. I walked like a puppet, my legs moving without conscious thought. “Gavin, this is my daughter, Melissa.” Mom beamed, completely missing the way we were staring at each other. “Melissa, this is my fiancé. Your future stepfather, Gavin.” The word stepfather hit me like a blow. The man whose touch had made me forget my own name. Was my mother’s fiancé. “Melissa.” Mom nudged me, frowning slightly. “Say hello, honey.”

“There’s a card.” Douglas picked up the small envelope attached to the box and read it aloud, his voice tight: “To my dearest Stepsister… A wonderful gift from your loving stepbrother.” The words hung in the air like a threat. My heart started pounding. Hunter had known exactly where I was going. He had arranged this before I even left the mansion. I was beyond frustrated. This wasn’t normal. This was Hunter playing his twisted games again. I snatched the gift box with shaking hands and tore it open in irritation, not caring that Douglas was watching.

he sneered at himself. “And the party?” “Seems my guards have been talking.” “Don’t blame them. I asked them since you wouldn’t talk to me.” “It was a party for Stephanie by her father. She has a rich Dad, can you believe that? She is very rich and an heiress now. I... I also told her about our son, and she seemed surprised when I told her she could meet him. I think she believed he was dead. I’m not sure. I... I don’t know how all this happened.”

Dad stood up tapping the knife against his glass to get everyone’s attention. “Son, your mother and I cannot begin to express how happy we are you found your birth parents.” Then he looks over at Ezekiel and says, “ you should know you have a very special son. I know you didn’t have the chance to watch him grow up as we have, but from what the rouge wolves explained he’s gifted since he shifted at the age of 5 instead of 15. Also he explained the bloodline to us, so well that explains a lot.” Everyone laughed at that, and then mom spoke up.

She said and shrugged. “By the way, look at these earrings, they are beautiful, isn’t it. He gifted me these last night.” She adored them. o finally, this money sucker gifted her something in these six months. Otherwise only she is giving him expensive gifts. “They are beautiful babe,” I said and she smiled. I wish there was a genuine guy in her life in place of that bastard. But no worries I will definitely expose him soon. We went into our school building and then towards our locker. We were settling our things then only I heard Stephen calling us from far. He was running towards us. What happened to him?

He realized what I was looking at and said, “ Oh, I forgot. The main reason I'm here is to give you this small gift as a token of appreciation.” He stretched out the bag, and I collected it, looking inside to see a beautiful wrapped box. “ Don't start having bad thoughts.” He said, and I looked up to stare at him. Weirdly, I was just about to start over things in the negative direction. It's not a normal thing for me to be given gifts. “ Trust me, it is just a thank-you gift for going to Hunter's school today. My boy was truly happy today. I finally saw his genuine smile after so long, and I'm grateful to you for that.”

“A husband who gave you the world. Clothes. Cars. A house bigger than anything I ever had. And you threw it all away for what? A fling?” She paused. Then added sharply, “Not just with anybody, but with your step-son.” “It was a mistake,” I said, barely above a whisper. She scoffed. “Oh please. Don’t romanticize it. You ruined your life over some rich boy who probably forgot your name by now.” I stood up. “I don’t need this,” I said softly. “I just needed a place to rest.” Her head jerked up, eyes flashing. “You think I owe you something?”

Peas in a pod. My silence gives him the go ahead to continue. 'Dayo, my son, don't be mad. I was scarred for my daughter. She's the only girl I have and I love both my children a lot. I.. I couldn't bare the thought of someone I trust betraying me.' He says and I clench my jaw. -Why did you welcome the thought in the first place! -I want to scream at him, but I know better than to do so. 'Dayo my son, please forgive me. It was my fatherly instinct. You are a also a father. You should know what I mean. ' he begs and I simply nod.

Zephyr for what feels like a second before he turns to me his brownish hazel eyes locking with my wide ones. “Hey….” He starts extending his hands for a handshake. I reach for it and our palms meet. “I’m Ryan… Ryan Zephyr,” He says. What? I can’t help but scoff a bit. This man, who is way taller, bigger, larger, and most likely older than me, is my stepson??!! “Haha, he’s a very well-mannered young man, which might be a weakness.” Zephyr says, attempting to jab him again but, Ryan leans to the side dogjing the contact.