My Step Father Novels & Stories

He laughed, "Nope but now I'm considering becoming one." I chuckled, " you talk as if you know this a lot." "Well, well maybe I do." He says looking down for a second. I raise my brow at him and he sighed. "The man I fight with everyday, that's....that's my stepfather." I gasp not really expecting that news, "Jesse..." "He left when I was 10, vehicle accident, didn't really know him much but...but I know he was a lot better than the one I'm stuck with now." He explains fiddling with my beanie.

She has a funny way with words, I nod my head. "Is she well? Is she married? I always prayed for her" I smile. "Yes, she is doing well, she owns her own company, and is very happy with my stepfather." I told her with a happy smile. She offers me sympathy for my “father” as I told her I have a stepfather, I try to quiet her concerns when I inform her that I do not know my true father, my mother has been in a committed relationship with my stepfather since I was child.

Following the passing of my father, my mother found love and decided to get married to a man named Justin Baker. As a young child of seven, I had not yet formed a concrete idea of what it meant to have a stepfather. Nevertheless, I was thrilled about my mother's happiness and excited at the prospect of having a new male role model in my life. My biological father's memory was hazy in my mind, and I was eager to form a bond with someone who could fill that void.

Not even if I tried. "I'm listening." "Well, I know we got off on the wrong foot but I want to tell you something." Boy, here we go. "My stepdad got my mother pregnant and then married her." He began. "He wasn't one of those guys that anyone could really count on for the long rodeo." "I'm guessing you're assuming I share similar traits with your stepfather?" I observed.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

The way he looked at my lips, down to my partially exposed cleavage. I cringed as his gaze roamed over me, full of lust. In that moment, I knew I despised him. And the fact that he was now my stepfather only amplified my hatred. Calling him "dad" after my mother's constant insistence always felt strange. He was not my biological father, nor was he related to my mother. He was a stranger, a forbidden fruit, someone I shouldn't be attracted to or think of in such inappropriate ways. Stephane was dangerous, a man I should stay away from. Spending three months at home with him, now that he's married to my mother, screams danger. But for some reason, I can't seem to stay away.

" Leaving the house, I let the cool evening air wash over me. My feet carried me aimlessly, my mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Before I realized it, I found myself standing outside the old house at the Midnight pack. My mind could not help but wander to those beautiful days I spent here with my parents, now step parents. I learnt so many things here ànd experienced the best childhood here. It's such a shame that the people who lived here were no longer the same. They changed, I changed, everything changed. The door creaked open, revealing my stepmother. Her eyes narrowed upon seeing me. "Mia," she spat, venom dripping from her tone. "What are you doing here?" "I... I … " I stammered,no

Have I mentioned how much I hate how easily my body betrays me when it comes to Linc Tanner? He is my goddamned stepfather for fuck's sake. Why can't I find some other middle-aged man to feel this way for? I will take any other man but him.

God—five fucking days? With all the kisses, and the touching, the sweet praises whispered into my ears—had none of that meant anything to that bastard?! Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, perhaps I had overreacted in the beginning, but I still didn’t want him getting married to my mother! That would make him my new dad, wouldn’t it? Jesus Christ! I kissed my stepfather? Fed on him even?! My vision blurred momentarily, and I realized I had tears nearly running down my face. I ran off, not caring if anybody noticed my reaction to the news.

But it was far from the simple, innocent connection I wanted it to be. He was my mate. The father of my unborn pup. But Alpha Lucien, my stepfather, the man who had claimed me as his own, had just seen us. The kiss. The undeniable spark between Kael and me. A shiver ran through every corner of my body, but it wasn’t from the chill in the air. It was the weight of what that moment meant. “Go to your apartment,” Kael’s voice was low, rough with urgency, as he stepped back from me.