My Stepbrother, My Ruin Novels & Stories

I hissed, my face inches from hers, “When I already know the true colors of your mother?” “Brother,” she groaned as my pace got faster. “Don’t call me that. No brother fucks his sister.” Celeste’s scream filled the space along with the rhythm of my thrust. When it was over, she slumped back against the seat, trembling. I pulled away, my chest rising and falling, rage still simmering beneath my skin. “Since your mother wants to take everything from me,” I mumbled, my voice low and cold, “I won’t hesitate to ruin everything she cares about.”

What’s the point of having this power if I can’t use it to help those close to me? I’m curled up on the bed when I feel Ruin’s arms slipping around me. He pulls me flush against his chest and kisses my shoulder. “Hey, dove. You gonna lie in bed all day?” “I thought you wanted me to rest more,” I say, and he chuckles. “Yeah, but you’re not resting right now, are you? You’re wallowing,” “I think I’m allowed to wallow, Ruin. My sister just died, give me time to grieve,” I snap.

I could never forgive myself for losing my mind like that last night. “Stop calling me a witch!” I was supposed to enjoy breakfast in a beautiful place, but my stepbrother had to be so freaking annoying. “I can call you anything I want,” he concluded, finally standing. I noticed he had already emptied his plate. “It was fun talking to you. See you tonight, witch.” ***

I feel like I could jump through the window if I weren’t on the fourth floor. I can’t control the nervous act of chewing my inner cheek and tugging on the hem of my shirt. “You’re sick,” I croak, looking away from his blazing eyes filled with satisfaction. “Don’t you think it’s a little too absurd for someone as sick as you to insinuate that? You don’t fucking take advantage of your drunk stepbrother, Mad.” He keeps emphasizing the word stepbrother like we really share the same blood. “Stepbrother,” I retort.

“They can’t help you if you don’t tell them the truth.” Swallowing hard around the lump in my throat, I nodded. “Fine.” I let my eyes rise to meet Ruins. I had been expecting anger in them, so it came as a shock that his eyes were soft. “Yeah, Bobby is Fender’s. My son is your brother.” I closed my eyes for a second. “Half brother,” I corrected myself. I had expected anger, maybe even disbelief. What I didn’t expect was Ruin’s arms to wrap around my shoulders. He crushed me to his chest, his chin coming to rest on the top of my head. I could hear him breathing heavily.

I couldn’t fight it anymore. After yesterday, I stayed in my room again, but this time it wasn’t to hide. It was to accept the truth. My stepbrother had ruined me with one rough fuck over the kitchen island, and the worst part was… I wanted more. I wanted him to ruin me more. I was done pretending I didn’t crave him. That evening I went looking for him wearing only an oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath. My heart pounded as I found him in the living room, sprawled on the couch in grey sweatpants, scrolling on his phone.

The night I let him clαim me‚ breαk me‚ ruin me. Killiαn Wolfe. My stepbrother. My first. My only. The mαn I couldn’t stop dreαming αbout. Couldn’t stop αching for. The mαn who hαd touched me like I wαs his αnd whispered thαt I belonged to him. The mαn who filled me to the brim‚ cαme inside me‚ held me through the night—then vαnished. Αnd now he hαd left something inside me.

More than one person screamed as Rico’s blood and brain matter splattered on the ground. See? What did I tell you? My new stepbrother was a trigger happy mad man. I was only fooling myself believing that I could get through today without inebriating myself. Sighing, I drained the rest of my orange juice and went to look for some alcohol.

“If you hadn’t gotten me drunk that night, I never would have slept with you. I was stupid. Naive. I actually thought you loved me.” “You let my photos spread through every family circle in New York. I wanted to die.” The second the words left my mouth, Leo’s face drained of all color. His hands trembled, and I could see the regret eating him alive, more raw than it had ever been. But as I looked at the two of them, broken and desperate, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Once, I’d craved their love so badly. I’d thought of Vincent as my real brother, of Leo as the salvation that would pull me out of the dark.

Then his expression became cold again. “Listen carefully.” he suddenly said and I nodded automatically. “Nobody at school must know about this, not a single soul. I am not your step brother, we don't live together. We are not related and I don't know someone as lame as you. If you as much as breathe this to anyone, I will ruin you I promise.”