My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“Get in. Now.” Alicia’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, you’re dating Hot Face Alonzo?” “No!” I blurted. “I can’t. He’s my stepbrother.” “Stepbrother?” Her grin widened. “Oh, this is better than N*****x.” I groaned. “See you later,” I muttered, before dragging myself into the car.

They are my stepbrothers. Mother would be so disappointed in me but...I don't want them to stop... I need to know what they call fun....

I said bluntly, letting the words hang in the air. Her eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and curiosity. “What do you mean… you don’t like him?” Her voice lowered, almost intimate, leaning in closer without realizing it. I glanced at her, catching the subtle flush on her cheeks. “It’s complicated, you won't understand. I don't really hate him, l just despise his character.” “I want to understand.” She pouted her mouth. “He’s not really my brother,” I said finally, and I saw her blink, confused. “Step-brother. We don’t share a mother. I’ve never really been part of their life the way… normal brothers are.”

“You have to stay in control. He’s your stepbrother. That’s all he is. That’s all he’ll ever be.” But my reflection didn’t look convinced. And deep inside, neither was I.

“Mate. My mate. Stop running from what we are.” My wolf surged forward, howling in agreement as the fated bond flared white-hot. I gasped, arching into his touch even as fear spiked through me. Anyone could walk in….; the staff, his fiancée Brielle, my own mother. We were step-siblings now. Forbidden. But none of that mattered when his lips hovered a breath from mine. I wanted him to ruin me all over again— “Mommy?” The dream shattered. I jolted upright, elbow sending fabric swatches flying. My heart hammered, skin damp with sweat. The dim studio lamp cast long shadows over mood boards and sketches. Kade Blackwood stared back from the open business magazine…. sharp jaw, cold commanding prese

"Late night at the mansion? Or did the 'Step-Sister' role turn out to be more work than you expected?" "I'm not in the mood, Sienna," I said, my voice flat. I jammed my English Lit textbook into my bag. "Oh, I bet you aren't. It’s hard work, isn’t it? Trying to fit into a world where you don’t have a receipt." She stepped closer, her voice dropping so only I could hear. "I saw the way you looked at Roman this morning. It was pathetic. You looked like a stray dog waiting for a scrap." I gripped the edge of my locker door until the metal bit into my palms. "He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him."

“He’s my mom’s stepbrother, so he’s not really my uncle.” Something weird is vibing in the air and I shoot her a piercing look. “Okay, but why does that matter? What are you hiding?” “Nothing!” she squeals, cheeks flushing even more red. “I’m not hiding anything,” she protests. “But I just want to stress that he’s my mom’s stepbrother, and not biological brother.” I squint. “Yeah, but again, why does that even matter? I mean these are all old people, right? Who cares if he’s related to you by blood or water?”

Others are complete nonsense, and I tell him so. He challenges my preferred build, and I explain why his strategy falls apart during higher-level encounters. By the time we’ve finished arguing, I’ve forgotten that I came out here to avoid him. Which is deeply inconvenient. Because apparently, my obnoxious stepbrother is capable of being interesting when he isn’t busy insulting me.

I told her about my encounter with Zane and how the universe has decided to punish me by making us step-siblings. "I think this is the worst it can get." I sniffed dramatically. "Though mom said he's barely home, so I think I can manage." "Then why leave now?" "I have to stay around before the wedding this weekend, and I can confirm if she's right or not. I haven't given her a response yet." Nova nodded and patted my shoulder gently. "It's already bad enough, I don't think there's anything worse than having that asshole for a stepbrother."

"I've seen women like you before." My patience was wearing thin. "I don't know what impression you have of me—" "I know exactly what kind of woman you are." She looked me up and down."I suppose that's why moving from one brother to another doesn't bother you. I suppose because they're only stepbrothers, it makes no difference to someone like you." Stepbrothers? My thoughts came to a screeching halt. Stepbrothers? Okay so Theo wasn't just Damien's brother. But...Stepbrothers?