روايات وقصص ضمن My Stepbrother, My Ruin

Julian rushed to continue at the look of horror on Anna's face, “Nothing physical. He would never hurt a woman in that way. But still, he's a nightmare. Especially for you. No—because of you.” Anna’s head snapped back, Julian’s last words ringing in her ears. Because of her. He really did think she’d ruined his brother.

Us. I sat there for a long moment, fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure how to begin the prologue. Then the words came. ‘The first time I saw him, I never predicted he would become my stepbrother, or be my ruin.’

Every thick inch screamed ruin. “Open,” he ordered, voice low and lethal. He tapped the swollen head against my bottom lip, smearing precum across it like a brand. “You wanted to run that pretty mouth all night? Now you’re going to use it for something useful.” I glared up at him through my lashes, defiance still blazing even as my core clenched hard around nothing. “You know we are steps,” I spoke “We can’t...Alexander, we’re stepsiblings. This is wrong. We can’t do this.”

“Give it up.” “That’s not your decision to make!” I snap. My pulse is hammering as I throw the words at them. “Don’t you get it? This is a disaster! First, you’re my stepbrothers. That, in itself, is already messed up. As if that’s not enough, the Elders already have a vendetta against me. And third…” My voice falters. I shake my head. “Whatever. This is just a bad idea all around.”

You see, one thing I mastered after being my father's daughter is that tears don't look demure on a beautiful face like me. I have seen and been through so much to cry over an asshole who thinks I am not enough. If Ryan needed that satisfaction when he announced our breakup,then he will have to wait for his next target. “ You look like a mess.” A deep familiar voice sounded from across the room. My eyes scanned the area until they landed on him. Zander fucking Johnston, my stepbrother. A groan left my lips involuntarily. “ What the hell are you doing here? This is my house.” I snarled, a scorching glare fixed on his face.

he moaned against my lips. That sound. That broken, beautiful sound. It shattered me. But just then, a sharp sound from downstairs ruined everything. Fuck! What was I even doing?! A vase shattered downstairs, followed by the voice of my father yelling at my mother. "You always take his side!" Lucas roared. The reality of who we were crashed down on me and it broke me as I saw him like the trash he was. Stepbrothers. I pulled myself away from him immediately, gasping for air.

I grabbed the counter as my knees threatened to fail me. Once the dishes were done, I turned off the lights and headed to my room but in the hallway, something caught me in my tracks. My parents voice from their bedroom. They never argued but right now, their voices carried so much tension. My heart jumped to my throat as I took quiet steps towards the door. I pressed myself against the door, hoping no one would open it. “I know you love him but you can't pretend like you know him,” Father said. “He’s family. Dante is my brother.”

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

Explanations. "I don't care if you're the Prince of Hell. I don't care if you're some mafia lord. I don't care if Darius himself is the darkest villain in this godforsaken story." My voice cracked with fury. "You had no right-none-in heaven or on earth-to ruin my night!" His jaw tightened. Then, with brutal simplicity, he said, "I'm your stepbrother. You live under my roof. It's my responsibility to keep you safe."

“You want me back on your lap? Right here? Riding you like a little cowgirl til the sun rises?” His hand slides around my waist instantly, his eyes dark, hungry. “Wouldn’t say no to that.” “Of course you wouldn’t,” I shove him back. This time he’s ready for it—but it doesn’t wipe that shameless grin off his face. “This only happens again,” I continue, my voice turning cold, cutting, “when the sky comes crushing down and the world tears itself apart.” “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he says. “Oh, be sure.” I hold his gaze. “I’m done. With you. With Julian. With whatever the hell the Stone brothers think they are.” And this time—I mean it.