My Online Boyfriend Is My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

"You do not get to talk right now! You dragged me through the school like I was your property. You yelled at me in front of everyone. You grabbed me and hurt me. And for what? Because I have a boyfriend?" Ryan's face went pale. "You are not my father, Ryan," I continued, my voice getting stronger with each word. "You are not my boyfriend. You are not my owner. You are my stepbrother. That is it. And last time I checked, stepbrothers do not get to control who their sisters date." "Lila, I was just trying to protect you," Ryan said weakly. "Protect me?" I laughed bitterly. "From what? From being happy? From having someone who actually pays attention to me?"

Turning around, I continued my walk down the stairs, caught up with the main door, and was soon out of his sight. It was more peaceful here. My legs continued walking. I stopped at a spot, a smile coming alive on my countenance when I thought back to about an hour ago when my boyfriend was here. Although the relationship wasn't real, unlike my step-brother who dated a woman he shouldn't date because she was my enemy. But what did he know? Elena was king to him. I had never seen a liar like her. Someone who would bully me in private and pretend to be nice to me in the presence of others.

Brianna's perfectly applied mascara nearly smudged from how wide her eyes went. "Who? When did you get a sister, Crew?" "Oh, he hasn't told you?" I couldn't help the satisfaction in my voice. "That's interesting." Crew shot me a warning look, but I ignored it. "Well, I'm sorry to inform you that Crew here, your boyfriend, is my stepbrother." I smiled sweetly at Brianna's shocked face. "Didn't he tell you that?" "You wish." Brianna laughed, but it sounded forced. She turned to Crew. "What is she talking about? And why are you sitting with them?"

The man I had just spent the night with. The same freaking Lorenzo who had fuck me senselessly I could still feel him is my mom's step son…. My stepbrother? A smirk on his face as he offered me a handshake. “I'm sure we will get along just fine, if not more than fine”.

“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.

Because this was everything I’d dreamed about, I’d ached for—even as a teenager, touching myself under the covers and pretending it was him, even when I’d wake up to wet dreams every night. The only difference now was? This wasn't a dream. This was real. The boy I’d only crushed on from afar, the boy whose name I’d once whispered his name like a prayer was fucking me. My stepbrother was fucking me! I wanted to scream it for the whole world to hear that I was his. His to use. His to ruin. And then— He grabbed both of my hands, angled them behind my back, and pinned them there. My cheeks pressed into the bed.

“Mate. My mate. Stop running from what we are.” My wolf surged forward, howling in agreement as the fated bond flared white-hot. I gasped, arching into his touch even as fear spiked through me. Anyone could walk in….; the staff, his fiancée Brielle, my own mother. We were step-siblings now. Forbidden. But none of that mattered when his lips hovered a breath from mine. I wanted him to ruin me all over again— “Mommy?” The dream shattered. I jolted upright, elbow sending fabric swatches flying. My heart hammered, skin damp with sweat. The dim studio lamp cast long shadows over mood boards and sketches. Kade Blackwood stared back from the open business magazine…. sharp jaw, cold commanding prese

“I don't need your cheap change anymore. The man I’m moving in with has more wealth in his pinky finger than you could earn in three lifetimes. I’m getting married, Joan. Which means you are finally moving out of this dump and into his estate with me.” My heart stopped. “Married? To whom?” Rita straightened her crisp collar, a venomous smirk spreading across her face. “Don’t question me. You should be grateful I found a solution. On Monday, you’ll be introducing yourself to your new stepbrothers.” As Rita packed the last of her things, I stood frozen in the hallway, my fingers gripping the lapels of the stranger's suit jacket. I breathed in the fading scent of woodsmoke and rain, wondering h

I told her about my encounter with Zane and how the universe has decided to punish me by making us step-siblings. "I think this is the worst it can get." I sniffed dramatically. "Though mom said he's barely home, so I think I can manage." "Then why leave now?" "I have to stay around before the wedding this weekend, and I can confirm if she's right or not. I haven't given her a response yet." Nova nodded and patted my shoulder gently. "It's already bad enough, I don't think there's anything worse than having that asshole for a stepbrother."

this was a shitshow. "Adrian, this is Chase, my..." "Her boyfriend," Chase interjected. Well, shit. Go ahead and make things worse for me. Why don't you, Chase? "Boyfriend? You must be the loser she was talking on the phone with," Adrian said nonchalantly. "Who are you calling a loser?" Chase narrowed his eyes. "And who are you supposed to be?" "This is Adrian, my stepbrother," I said quickly before the situation escalated some more.