My Stepfather's Sin Novels & Stories

Frederick sighed and stepped forward, reaching down to help me up. "Jonathan, I understand you're upset. But we're family. If you just tell us the truth, we can figure out how to help you." "Tell you the truth about what?" I shoved his hand away. "About how you married my mother while chasing after Yvette behind her back? Or about how I almost got killed taking the fall for you?" "Enough!" My mother kicked me hard in the shoulder. "You can't control yourself, and now you're pointing fingers at your own stepfather? You're disgusting."

And the worst part‚ the absolute worst part‚ was that even now‚ even standing here in the middle of this nightmare‚ my body was still humming from what he'd done to it. That man had made me cum harder than anyone ever had in my life. And he was my stepfather. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "Okay‚" Kael said finally‚ pressing his palms together in front of his mouth like he was trying to physically hold himself together. "Okay. We need to get dressed. Right now."

The kind that meant the answer was yes and Jake was deciding how to carry the yes into the conversation. "My father makes sure that anyone connected to his interests has enough information to be useful and enough exposure to be controllable," Jake said carefully. "He doesn't hand people clean roles. He gives them complicated ones. That way they're always slightly in his debt." A pause. "I don't know specifically what Nathan was told. But I know my father made sure the right people had enough rope." "Enough rope to hang themselves if needed," she said. "Yes." After the call she sat with the shape of Gerald Reed for a long time. She had been thinking of him as Ethan's father, the Houston lawye

His father had emptied an account the size of a small fortune and had left behind a half-finished life, a partner, and a word scratched out of a margin, and then he had driven his five-year-old son to a different part of the city and spent the rest of his life pretending to be a man who had never owned anything. Kian's hands were shaking. He thought of Dario, calm and unreadable across a desk, telling him that a debt had accumulated slowly and honestly over twenty years. He thought of the contract with his father's signature dated before his own birth, and of the photograph of a laughing seven-year-old taken through a kitchen window by someone who had known exactly where to stand. He tried t

The bourbon burned as I swallowed, but it did nothing to calm the anger inside me. “What’s wrong, Evander?” “Nothing.” “Come on, man.” Scott leaned in. “We’re your crew. What’s actually eating you?” “My dad’s putting her in the company. Says she’ll work under me.” The table went quiet for exactly one second before it erupted. “Dorian Sinclair is handing a stepdaughter a seat at the table?” Andrew nearly choked on his drink. “No way. Not a chance.” “We all know your father,” Simon added, wiping his eyes. “The man doesn’t do sentiment. Ever.”

“Sin and wanton, lascivious desires.” Father turned to her. “Is this true?” His face was kind, his gaze comforting. “Has there been trouble and lies and deceit and sin?” His cheeks were flushing pink. “Deceit and sin and . . . ?” He turned to Mother Mary Joseph. “If you please, what was the rest again, Mother?” “Sin and wanton, lascivious desires,” she heard herself saying, the two elders glancing at her in shocked silence. “That’s what Mother Mary Joseph said, Father. Sin and wanton, lascivious desires.”

I suppose the rest of the world still has to hear about my sin before I ultimately pass away. I faced the camera with a blank expression on my face. "The sin I performed was I commanded my father to stole from someone else, even against his will, simply for me," I said solemnly. "Although my father is a decent senator, I taught him how to corrupt people for my own personal gain." Technically, that's not correct, but dad still stole from others for the same purpose. He doesn't want to do the theft then that means I forced him to do that. Because it was my responsibility that he committed that act, I am the true sinner.

"Are you sure about this?" Aiden whispered. "No, I'm not. Just go away...I don't think I want you to do this anymore. I mean, this isn't sane....you are my stepdad, and no matter what It's not right to be lying with you on the same bed in this controversial position! Ugh!" I said in my head while my heart palpitated as he wrapped his hands around me. "Can you hear me?" he asked, snapping me out of my reverie.

My shoulders shake from crying. "Are you tired? Go ahead and suffer! Your ordeal Nerrisa is just beginning. I will crush you as long as you feel the pain your father caused me, remember that!" He left me crying. It's always like this. He blames me for a sin I did not commit. But I'm here because of my step father . I am paying for the sin he committed. Because he was so angry with my father, Hace poured his anger on me that should have been my father's. Suddenly my father disappeared like a bubble after leaving me and my siblings.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.