My Stepdad And His Friends Novels & Stories

After taking my phone, I then headed out of my room to the living room as she requested. Upon getting to the living room, I saw my stepmom and her friend who brought her son over. I greeted them and they answered to my greeting even my step mom's friend and I was surprised, my Stepmom's friends barely acknowledge my presence but they adore my son. My stepmom has a lot of friends, more like a gossip group that I can't keep track of each one of their name, but when I see them they know about me, and when I hear them call my Stepmom's name I make sure to greet them before they go back to complain and call me a disrespectful girl to my stepmom.

her mom asked, "I don't know because I'm always busy with my job, but I promise you, I will bring them during the long vacation, but don't complain about them, because they are very stubborn now, and they can talk unnecessarily" Betty explained, "all kids are like that, just bring them," her mom said, and she laughed, "how Is my stepdad?" Betty asked, "he's here with me," her mom said, "let me talk to him," Betty said,

I nodded once. "So, here's the deal, remove the dirt on my shoes using your tongue, or else I will tell my dad to disown your stepbrother and your mom from the pack." he added, "I think that's a good thing, right? The three of you will be a happy family of lone wolves." Without a missing beat, all of his friends burst out laughing. Their voices fill the parking lot, echoing in my ears. And their mocking gestures and waves of laughter cut through me like a sharp knife.

I asked, doubtfully. “Stepbrother,” Eva corrected. We both still looked at him. “And I can count on my fingers how many times we meet. He hasn’t been home much since his father died.” “Your stepfather?” I guessed. “Yes. And they’re both freaks alike, though they’ve been very nice to me and my mom.” “Freaks like what?” “They often go out together in the middle of the night and only come back the next day. I complained about that to my mom once, and she seemed to know what my father and Andrew were doing, but she wouldn’t tell me.”

I never expected to meet this man again, how could it be he's my new stepdad and we'd be seeing each other everyday from living in this mansion. His eyes were gawking on me, his jaw dropped. From me, he glared at my son who was right in front of me. No one needed to say it out, they got the same face. “Do you know each other?” My siblings’ voice came up right after mom. Without thinking twice, I uttered. “He's the father of my son!”

I trudged down the short hallway to the living room. My step dad sat on a sofa with my baby brother, Josh in his arms. They were dressed for the occasion. Stepdad ignored me and I couldn't care less. I smiled at Josh who beamed back at me. "Hi Kayla." He wanted to hug me and struggled to leave his father's hold, but the man grabbed him before he could make a run for it. "Now, Josh. What did I tell you about interacting with strangers?" Stepdad asked the two year old. My smile faltered.

Dad said "Come meet My Family. These men are your step uncles..." "Wh...what men, Dad?" I stuttered. "These gentlemen." Dad gestured to the men from that night. My mind went blank. For a few minutes, I was unable to hear anything else that was said as my mind tried to understand what was happening. The men from that night... The Alcatraz brothers were my step uncles.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

Skylar, despite her unserious outlook on life, would never make a joke like this. She’d been my best friend since we were ten, since the day Mum kicked the bucket and I needed a place to crash after school to avoid Father’s insanity. This was supposed to be good news. The bastard was finally dead. But despite everything he’d done, compared to my stepbrothers—Declan, Adrian, and Ezra—he was the lesser evil. Their mother brought them two weeks after Mum died, once Father remarried. My life had been hell ever since.

one girl snarled, arms crossed. "Did he just say he's her stepdad? Damn, sign me up for that family tree," her friend added with a scoff. "Stepdad? Please, look at how he's holding her. That's not fatherly, that's straight up possessive. Jealous as hell," a guy muttered, shaking his head. "I'd fake a relation for a ride on that beast underneath his trouser," another voice chimed in, laced with bitterness. I barely registered them, my eyes fixed on Adrian as he drew me closer to the vehicle.