My Possessive Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“He’s trying to get under your skin. That’s all. Don’t let him win.” A car passed. I straightened up and kept walking, cooling down. The jealousy still simmered, low and ugly. I pictured the girl on his lap, heard her moaning his name again in my head. My stomach clenched. “Why does it bother me so much?” I said aloud, kicking a pebble. “I hate him. He’s arrogant. He’s reckless. He’s my fucking stepbrother. I should be relieved he’s with someone else.” But I wasn’t relieved. I was furious. And the fury felt too close to something else — something possessive and raw that I didn’t want to name.

"Are you kidding me right now? Damien is mine! My mate! I shouldn't have to fight with you, you should leave him alone because he's mated to me! Why is that so difficult for you to wrap your head around? Or are you going to cast a spell on me too?" "You shouldn't be with him!" She yelled back at me. "He's your step-brother therefore you two cannot be together! He should be mine! Mine!" "Well good thing he's not yours then Nyx. You don't even know him, you're just a brat who heard the word no for the first time and threw a tantrum because of it." She jumped on me then, knocking me to the ground.

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

I left out the specifics about who Dante was, sticking to generalities about a guy I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about—a guy who also happened to infuriate me at every turn. “Sounds like he’s in your head,” Sofia said when I finished. “You think?” I muttered, glaring at the ceiling. “So, what’s the problem?” I hesitated again, the words catching in my throat. Finally, I blurted out, “He’s my stepbrother.” There was a long pause. “Wait,” she said slowly. “Stepbrother?” “Yes.” “Like… related by marriage stepbrother?” “Yes,” I said again, my voice quieter now.

“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

With a lot more people, I didn’t feel like I was being watched by anyone, and I felt okay to have a conversation while we still moved together. “Let’s say I have had twenty-four years of experience at being one,” he said with a wink, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, it was settled now. I had two stepbrothers. One Angel and one Devil.

he moaned against my lips. That sound. That broken, beautiful sound. It shattered me. But just then, a sharp sound from downstairs ruined everything. Fuck! What was I even doing?! A vase shattered downstairs, followed by the voice of my father yelling at my mother. "You always take his side!" Lucas roared. The reality of who we were crashed down on me and it broke me as I saw him like the trash he was. Stepbrothers. I pulled myself away from him immediately, gasping for air.

At least it meant he was human—more human than she had believed him to be. A much softer man. The next day, Liz found her thoughts drifting back to her stepbrother? Or was it stepson? Considering that she was sleeping with the guy’s dad. Anyway, she’d figure out the proper title later.

“I know Im surprised too, she told me today, said she was scared of telling me that, he is about your age actually “, he said. “Finally Im getting a brother yayy”. “You’re talking things too far,I didn’t say we are getting married. She’s just coming for dinner and she wants to relocate permanently here if she sees the town is good enough for her”, he said. “So thats why Youre here bubbling with joy, look at the way youre smiling “. He blushed deeply, “Shes a really sweet woman, honestly “, he said. “Well I can’t wait to meet my new step mom and my new step brother “, I teased.

The alcohol buzzed warm through my veins, loosening every inhibition I’d spent years building up around him. Ethan. My step-brother. Twenty-one, home from college, and still the only guy who could make my pussy throb just by walking into a room. We weren’t blood-related, our parents had married when we were teenagers, but that didn’t make this any less wrong.