My Possessive Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“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.

I laughed, “You being possessive is cute” “I am not possessive” he denied, “You are, Is just that you are cute when you are” I disagree, he sat up and glared at me. “Okay, I agree” he lowered his eyes, I pulled him into a hug. Letting the world around us melt away, I haven't wanted any one badly in my life except Micah and Kira. After my mom left, I always learned not get attached or have anything serious but with Florian… He is my stepbrother and I don't want to let go of him.

Simone walked almost reflexively up the stairs to her place. She had to pinch herself a couple of times to make sure she was awake… and lo and behold, it was no dream. William, her stepbrother whom she had been daydreaming about since her college days, had asked her to be his lover.

Admit it, you never feel more free and alive when you're around him, even though he's a narcissistic man-slut. Whoa, okay, slow down. Sure, I’d admit that I found Ryder intriguing and attractive. But that didn’t change the fact that he was going to be my stepbrother. I wanted to confront him about these letters only so I could tell him that we needed to squash whatever feeling that was going on between us right to the ground. We need to figure out a way to exist like a normal family. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.

“You have to stay in control. He’s your stepbrother. That’s all he is. That’s all he’ll ever be.” But my reflection didn’t look convinced. And deep inside, neither was I.

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

His storm-gray eyes pinned me. “You mentioned a classmate helping you with the final pieces yesterday. Some guy named Tyler?” The casual tone didn’t match the edge in his jaw. A spark of satisfaction flared in my chest. “Jealous, stepbrother?” “Possessive,” he corrected, stepping between my knees and tilting my chin up with two fingers. “There’s a difference. And yeah, I don’t like the idea of some college prick putting his hands on what’s mine.” “I’m not yours.” The words came out automatic, but they felt thinner every time I said them.

"That boy has no claim on you." Something hot flashed through me at his possessive tone. "He's my stepbrother." "Stepbrother," Ronan repeated, like the word tasted bitter. "Not blood. Not packed. Just a boy who happened to share one night with you." My face burned. "How do you know about that?" "I can smell him on you still. Faintly." His eyes darkened to deep gold. "It drives my wolf insane." I pressed my back harder against the wall. This was too much. Too intense. Too crazy.

I said instead, grinning with a mischievous glint. “And who's to say I haven't done that?” She looked down, but not enough to hide the flush on her face. “You have?” I frowned, feeling a strange surge of possessiveness. “With whom? Who the fuck is that damned bastard? Are you still with him? Did he only get together with you to steal your innocence?” Before this, I'd always considered brothers who did this were too extreme. Who would have thought I would be in the same position with my stepsister?