My Step-brother Is A Vampire Novels & Stories

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?”

I let out a breath, one that had been tucked away as Justin spoke. I had literally just found out that my stepfather was a vampire who took my mother as his beloved, having me live with them in a coven that resembled Stepford. Now he's telling me that my ex-boyfriend is an incubus. Oh, and I just found out I do have a mate and the uncontrollable urge to pounce him is still there. I had stopped breathing, my vision becoming black. I had handled so much shit in such a short amount of time I was ready to explode. Vampires, werewolves, incubus, mate... what more can I take?

Mother had thrown another vase against the wall, adding to the growing pile of broken objects at her feet. "A hybrid!" she spat, her face twisted with disgust. "A filthy mix of bloodlines! And they worship him like some god!" I said nothing. What words could possibly capture the magnitude of what had happened today? Everything we'd worked for, everything we'd planned, gone in an instant. Swept away by an ancient prophecy and my brother's unnatural power. "Say something!" Mother demanded, whirling toward me. "Don't just sit there!" "What would you have me say, Mother?" My voice sounded distant even to my own ears. "My brother is part vampire. The pack believes he fulfills some ancient prophec

Why would my step-brothers be my mate? I was still in my thoughts when they got to me. They gazed heavily at me, their eyes boring into my body with facial expressions I couldn't explain. Trust me, I was in a sizzling moment. I could feel my entire core burn with their sensation, and my wolf yearning out for theirs. It was a confusing state for us. No one could tell what had happened and why I was mated to all of them. For real, the moon goddess could be so funny at times. Why should I be mated to my step-brothers?

"Late night at the mansion? Or did the 'Step-Sister' role turn out to be more work than you expected?" "I'm not in the mood, Sienna," I said, my voice flat. I jammed my English Lit textbook into my bag. "Oh, I bet you aren't. It’s hard work, isn’t it? Trying to fit into a world where you don’t have a receipt." She stepped closer, her voice dropping so only I could hear. "I saw the way you looked at Roman this morning. It was pathetic. You looked like a stray dog waiting for a scrap." I gripped the edge of my locker door until the metal bit into my palms. "He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him."

She raised one eyebrow, waiting. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling awkward. “Enzo is my stepbrother. My mom married his dad a few weeks ago. It all happened really fast. One night I met this guy at a club, we… hooked up, and the next morning I found out he was going to be my new stepbrother. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. It felt too messy.” Charlotte’s eyes widened slightly, but she stayed quiet, letting me continue.

A man soon approached and leaned against the counter beside me. “Hey beautiful… Long time no see.” I creased my brows and tried to recall his face. “Victor,” he said with a sleazy grin. Lisa’s brother. “Oh… hello,” I replied politely, forcing a small nod. “Your stepbrother and my sister are getting married. Now we’re becoming family too,” he said, his smile turning strangely intimate and unsettling. “I must say… it’s going to be interesting.” “Yeah… That’s so,” I replied quietly, keeping my voice low and uninterested.

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

The man who had appeared right after her funeral and promised me a life of stability, one that I never even asked for. I forced myself to smile when though I wasn't in the mood for that. “Thanks... Dad.” The word sound strange on my tongue. Victor chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. Damon’s waiting inside. He’s been looking forward to meeting you.” I seriously doubted that. From the few photos I’d seen, my new stepbrother looked like pure trouble. He was tall, dark, and seemed to have an attitude. The heavy front door opened before we even reached it.

To see us as brothers and sisters but the harder in the future they become. All of my good girl moral vanishes when it comes to my stepbrother, Ryder Saint. When it comes to him my thoughts were more than just the girlish fantasies of an inexperienced women were downright sinful. I cannot simply stop myself from wanting to have him. I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander.