My Step Novels & Stories

I yelled, and the little hint of playfulness in his eyes was now gone, leaving only an eerie smile and looks that could probably kill me in a second. “I don’t belong to you, not anymore, not when you’ve just drawn the goddamn line about our relationship, about us. You’re my stepfather, that’s what you are. Also, the person who’s hurting me with every passing second of my life which I gladly want to end, if that would take away all this pain.” I deadpan, sizing him up.

pleaded Mercy. "It's alright." "Thanks" Footsteps were heard from the corridor as their dad and stepmother walked into the dining area, all dressed up for a walk. "Good morning, dad, mom," said Steph as she stood on her feet to leave for school with her sister. "Good morning, dear," replied her dad while her stepmom kept quiet while sliding on her seat next to her father. ` "We are off to school, then see you later," said Steph as they left the dining area.

I muttered under my breath. "Well, your future father is an alpha. I'm sure you must have heard about our new alpha. He has a child a year older than you." I stared wide-eyed at my mom. "He will also go to the same school as you." My mom spoke casually without noticing the look on my face. I couldn't believe I would have a stepbrother and stepfather of much higher status than me. They were the alpha, and I was the omega in this house. Imagining what kind of pressure I would face when facing them scared me.

I was never a wine person, but this one tastes nice. “Look, I know it’s not my place to say this, and I shouldn’t get involved, but you are my best friend, and I can see the pain in your eyes. Every time we see a man in a suit walk through those doors, you look to see if it’s him. You can’t be living like that, you either fight for him, or you let him go,” Steph says.

"Step? Not just sister and brother. You say stepsister?" Matt shrugged, feeling interrogated, "just a habit, I guess." "Hm," Max pursed her lips. "I've only ever known one other stepfamily, and they never said step." "Are you done in the shower?" Stephanie asked as she stood. "Yes, it's yours, boo," Max said, blowing Stephanie a kiss which Stephanie returned before disappearing upstairs without another word. "Wait! Let me get my blow dryer out of there!" Amber shouted and raced up the stairs after Stephanie.

"Can you tell me more about yourself?" I bit my lower lip nervously, unsure of what to share. "Well, my stepmother... she doesn’t want me around, so she sold me off to the rich brat." I paused, my voice trembling slightly. "And I am supposed to be his... whatever." My words trailed off, a mixture of bitterness and helplessness in my tone.

me. “What the hell am I even thinking?” I slapped my forehead. He was going to be my step uncle in two weeks. I shouldn’t be having such thoughts about him. It was morally –and every-other-way-possible– wrong. I felt a pair of eyes on me, and I looked up to see my mother staring intently at me, and that was when I realized she had been calling my name, but I was lost in my thoughts. “You look stunning. This is the dress, mom,” I spluttered, trying to incorporate cheeriness I didn’t feel, into my voice.

" 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 h

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.

Still outside, I wrapped my arms tightly across my chest, as if that alone would hold me together. My lips parted before I could stop myself. “So now we’re officially step-siblings.” I didn’t look at Ethan as I said it. “I hope that gets your head out of the gutter.” The words were meant to sting, to push him away, but they caught in my throat on the way out. There was this weird ache sitting right under my ribs. It hurt to say that. Why the hell did it hurt?