My Stepfather's Sin Novels & Stories

“I am only trying to take what I am owed. I raised you like my own. Cared for you while your father was busy running the church. Seventy percent of that money doesn't even make up for all my suffering.” “Suffering?” I chuckle. “My father worshipped the ground you walked on. He made sure you never lacked a thing, yet you still stabbed him in the back. I do not owe you a dime. You lost those privileges when you decided to trick me!” “Oh, please! Enough with the betrayal talk. You are a sinner like me.” “Don’t even try to compare us! I am not the one who committed adultery!” “All sins are equal in the eyes of the Lord. I cheat and you fornicate, same hell.”

God—five fucking days? With all the kisses, and the touching, the sweet praises whispered into my ears—had none of that meant anything to that bastard?! Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, perhaps I had overreacted in the beginning, but I still didn’t want him getting married to my mother! That would make him my new dad, wouldn’t it? Jesus Christ! I kissed my stepfather? Fed on him even?! My vision blurred momentarily, and I realized I had tears nearly running down my face. I ran off, not caring if anybody noticed my reaction to the news.

I had made a terrible mistake, a mistake that was going to cause a lot of trouble. I was confused and tangled up inside. I wanted to be mad, to hate him for barging in and kissing me like that in the back room, but I couldn’t. The more I tried, the more I felt it; this pull, this draw to him I couldn’t shake. I could still feel his lips on mine, and his hand moving slowly. It burned in my memory. My stepfather, of all people, and I’d let it happen. I’d moaned, melted into him, and I didn’t know what that made me. A freak? A pervert?

He was just a child; 9 years old, he hadn’t known a thing about the bond they’d later share, but while suffering in a marriage she didn’t want to be apart of, that smiling child gave her a glimpse of hope… ‘Perhaps he could save her’ she had many times thought…but now that he was grown, she found that he could, but he wouldn’t… He hated her guts, he thought she was filthy, but again, he wasn’t wrong…She had been forced to sleep with his father multiple times, he had heard it, seen those filthy marks his father sometimes left on her skin, seen her kiss him, hug him… It all must’ve been painful for him to watch. His stepmother, no, his dad’s favorite wife was his mate, he must feel like he was

My head snapped up, eyes narrowing, and I froze… My grandmother stepped into the room, followed by my father. The cold, imperious tilt of her head, the precise way she measured me with her gaze, sent a shiver down my spine. “Grandmother… Father…” My voice was wrapped into a shock. “Y-you!?” Her lips curved in a slow, controlled smile, eyes dark, and calculating. “This is where you repent— of your sins.” Sin… The word hit me hard. They're talking about my sin? What an irony!

I wanted him to look at me, to face me here of all places. I thought he would ignore me. I smiled thinking of what I'd do if he had. “Yes?” he finally said, voice tight. “Do you have a question?” I smiled faintly. “Yes, Father. I do.” I stood up slowly, feeling every gaze follow me. The whispering had already begun, low murmurs spreading like ripples in water. I didn’t care. I was here for him, not them. My voice was calm, even polite as I asked. “You said fornication is a sin, Father. But tell me, between a man and a woman, and between two men... which is the greater sin in the eyes of your God?”

He stood by the cold fireplace, a statue of contained fury. “A fascinating story,” I commented, my voice low enough for only him to hear. “It shows how a single moment of… human weakness can stain an entire legion. It’s a valuable reminder, isn’t it, son? Compassion is a luxury for ordinary men. For us, it is a fatal vice.” He turned his head, and I saw the boy I had broken so many times before. The boy who always came back for more. “Be careful with the bones you dig up, Vater,” he whispered, each word a shard of ice. “Graves have owners.”

"Just a small misunderstanding. But we fixed it. I took care of it." ​I felt sick. I took care of it. He was lying right to his family's face to cover up cheating on me with Chloe. ​Alexander finally took his eyes off me. He looked slowly at Leo. A cold, dark, and cruel smile touched the corner of the Godfather's mouth. ​"Are you sure you took care of it, Leo?" Alexander asked softly. "Because when a man does not know how to handle what is his... someone else will always step in and take it."

I have always known that I was hated. I have always known that my stepmother had the final says in the house. But this This was entirely different. I stood there, hands clenched at my side as my father, stepmother and sister looked at me like I was trash. Like I was nothing. Like they weren't talking about my life. Like it meant nothing. "You should be grateful to us," my father's voice said, "You are marrying into the Sinclair family, the richest mafia family in the West Coast."

I screamed, my voice cracking My stepmother didn't hesitate, she stepped forward and slapped me again. "And now you're trying to blame your sister for your own disgusting behavior? Typical." My father looked at me with pure disgust, as if I were something he’d stepped on in the street. "Enough. I'm done with you. As of this moment, you are no longer a part of the Sinclair family. You are disowned. Pack what's left of your pride and stay out of our lives." He turned and stormed out. My stepmother followed, huffing about the "scandal."