My Stepfather And His Friends Novels & Stories

Even though I had everything mentioned above, I was unhappy. When my stepmother determined that my acquaintances weren’t suitable for a Royal’s friend even though they were rich too, I had yes men and yes women for friends afterwards. Again, my father showed little interest in intervening to stop her as she obviously intended to harm me. That miserable creature gave it her best shot, and she was successful no doubt.

I dropped my phone on the bed and began unpacking my luggage. ******* After spending the whole day settling in, the night came and I was here, sitting at the dinner table, with both of my parents. The sweet scent of food lingered in the warm atmosphere, melding with the clattering of our cutlery. My father cleared his throat, the way he always does when he wants to make an announcement. “Stephan is coming,” he said, “he will be spending a few weeks with us.” The name hits me, making my body tingle and raising the hair on my skin. Stephan. Uncle Stephan. My father’s best friend.

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” “I did too. I want to hear about your childhood, Astrid. Your college days and your first date even though your dad already told me that part. I want to hear it from you.” I laughed, "Don’t pretend you care about me, Sir.” “You’re wrong about that. Your father is my best friend and I’ve been informed that I’m your godfather. So, I do care about you and I want you to believe that.” I bring my eyes to his.

I said grabbing a bottle of orange juice from the fridge, I feel his stare boring into my skull and when I turned to him, he had this look in his eyes. It quickly disappeared before I could even make sense of it. “About what happened yesterday..." He started saying walking towards me, nervously I set the bottle down in the island. “Dad no, you don't have to apologize for anything." I tell him, he sighs. “Gabe is not just my junior brother Cee, he's my best friend, I think I upset him." My stepdad said taking a seat beside me. Our knees touch but he doesn't pull backwards, even when I know he's feeling the heat, realizing what was happening I stood up quickly.

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.

We sit in the fairly large cozy parlor—a part of my bedroom. "I thought to check up on you, man." "Thanks," I acknowledge, "You look like you would be bursting into a club." I take to note his outfit. His vintage shirt and pants, trimmed hair and shiny gold wristwatch. "If that's where you want to be, let's head there," He smiles. "Nah," I object. Stephan is the closest to a brother. We've been through a lot together and the universe knows it. Our friendship has passed through the tunnels of disagreements, fun, business, and a lot words could not place together.

My stepfather. The texts flooded the screen in rapid succession, each one more furious than the last. *Lush, answer your phone right now. What the hell is this on the news? Tell me this isn’t you. Are you sleeping with Alexander? In his office? He is my best friend, you ungrateful little brat. You have ruined this family. Answer me!*

I nodded to myself, mentally confirming my plans, and adjusted my robe one more time before heading out to the pack grounds, where the occasion was set to take place. I arrived at the pack grounds and noticed that everywhere had been adorned with glass crystals and roses hung around giving the whole place an exquisite view. I looked around and noticed that the old hag my stepfather was already seated with the council elders. His hair was coiffed back and his face looked more wrinkled and haggard with the bushy smelly beard that covered his face. His cheekbones were saggy and his eyes were sinking into his skull, devoid of life and love. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand as I w

Tonight, I’m pushing my hardest. I hear the sliding glass door open. Footsteps on the pool deck. I don’t stop floating. Don’t cover myself. Just turn my head and watch three men approach the edge of the pool. My stepfather, David. Fifty-two. Silver-streaked hair, broad shoulders, the kind of quiet authority that makes people listen when he speaks. He’s been married to my mother for six years. Richard. His best friend from college. Tall, lean, always with that sardonic smile that makes me wonder what he’s thinking. He’s watched me grow up since I was fourteen.

“College did something good to you. Come say hi to everyone before they eat all the food.” She looped her arm through mine and dragged me down the steps into the crowd. I waved at cousins I hadn’t seen in years, hugged my dad’s old college buddy Mike who still called me “kiddo,” and smiled politely at a few neighbors whose names I barely remembered. Dad found me near the drink table, a cold lemonade already in his hand. He passed it to me. “Thirsty?” “Very.” I took a long sip. The tartness cut through the nervous flutter in my stomach.