روايات وقصص ضمن My Stepbrother, My Ruin

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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.

“Lipstick half-gone. Hair slightly out of place. Smelling like sweat and sin.” “You’re exaggerating.” “No. I’m just disgusted.” She crossed her arms. “With my brother. And with you.” “It started as a mistake,” I said through clenched teeth. “I didn’t plan it. It happened.” “But you didn’t stop it either.” Silence stretched. And then she delivered the final blow, soft but scathing. “With my brother. Your stepbrother. Are you not ashamed of yourself?” I inhaled sharply. “Don’t say that like it means something.”

he said, his voice rougher than before. "Because if you don't, one day I'll forget you're my stepsister." He looked at me for one long moment, and in that moment I felt like he was seeing straight through every wall I had ever built. Then he turned and walked away without another word, leaving me standing there with my heart still racing. I stood by the fountain long after his footsteps had faded, touching the spot where his fingers had been like it might still be warm. My legs felt weak beneath me.

I stopped mid-step, the tile floor cushioning my feet as I turned to face him. “Not safe?” “Yes,” he nodded, looking down Into my eyes. “He’s your ex, Ash. That kind of history doesn’t disappear just because people change titles.” “Win me over?” A short laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. “That’s not possible. He’s my stepbrother now, and we don’t have anything to talk about. Besides, I don’t care about the past. It’s in the past, okay?” The tension in his jaw eased a little, his shoulders dropping. He pulled me closer, his breath brushing my ear as he spoke in a low voice. “You sure about that? I’ve heard cases of step-siblings getting together.”

The thud of a bad hitting the floor echoed through every corner of the house. A warm voice was talking to another. It was in the middle of a sentence and it was obvious they were two people that were invested in whatever conversation they were having. And then the head looked up, and focused on us, on me, on him. The other was one step behind the first, and looked up to. I was just ruined by my stepbrother’s dick, and i was sitting on his dick as we were both on the stairs. The two of them were frozen in the entryway.

My forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What? How does that affect all of this mess? We would have just had a normal step-sibling relationship and life would have been so much easier.” “That’s where you get it wrong, Rosalie. We could have never had a normal step-sibling relationship. That was never going to happen.” “Why?” “Why? Are you kidding me now, Rosalie? What kind of stepbrother wants to see his stepsister cum? Huh? What kind of stepbrother strokes his dick in the shower imagining his stepsister choke on his cock?”

I damaged her for life. “Mr. Ripples… Maybe we should just leave. Don’t force your way in. Remember what your brother said.” Stephan’s voice is low. Cautioning. Yeah, I remember. Stephan remembers. He was present as well. ‘One more strike on that girl, cause her one more ounce of pain and I will forget you’re my brother. I’ll ruin you for life. And you’ll know what being crippled really means.’ “I remember,” I whisper. A smile tugs at my lips anyway as I study Prudence. She looks calm, but I can see it, her body is coiled for flight.

Like he didn't ruin my day, cost me my job, make me feel like I was worth nothing. He's going to be my stepbrother. Will I really be able to live with someone whose behavior is still this disgusting? Will I ever be able to look at him without feeling that same hot rage rise up inside me?

Elara’s POV The room went completely silent after Ruin spoke. For a second, even the rain outside seemed quieter. “Your father had a brother?” I asked carefully. Ruin kept his eyes on the phone screen another moment before setting it down slowly on the table beside him. “He left before the Bratva became what it did later,” he said. “Or at least that is what I was told.” “That sounds vague,” I whispered. “It was meant to be.” He said.