Neal Stephenson Novels & Stories

“You know, I always wondered what happened to you. One day you were the talk of Halstead, and the next you vanished. Now you’re here again with a new last name, a new house, and practically part of the Carrington family.” Her smile sharpened. “Funny how that works out.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Sure you don’t,” she said, taking a step closer. “Does Richard know his new stepdaughter used to be Halstead’s favorite punchline? I still have the video somewhere, if anyone ever wants a reminder.” My head snapped toward her. “Don’t you dare.” “Oh, I dare, Roxy.” Her face turned vicious. “You think I don’t know your plan? Since you couldn’t get him then, you think you and your gold

I lean forward and flatten my palm on my desk, "Back to Crystal Promise pack!" He snaps his eyes open when his bitchy witch stops servicing his little man, "What, Ste..." His words get stuck in his mouth when he sights me just feet away from the indecent sight. You might just like to wonder what a fabulous sight I have before me_Alpha Caleb stacked naked, getting some blowjob from his bitch, Stephanie who's unequally still very dressed.

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.

"This is wrong! He’s my stepbrother and I hate him! He’s cruel, he’s disrespectful and he makes my life miserable. But why can’t I tear my eyes away? It’s like I’m hypnotized, staring at his body, dammit!” Oh no! This can’t be happening. I am not attracted to him. Yes, he has a nice body, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a terrible person. And I shouldn’t be admiring him. He's my stepbrother for Pete’s sake! I can’t be lusting over my freaking stepbrother!

Sebastian’s POV My stepdaughter’s scent still clung to my sheets and my cock after I sent her away, and no matter how hard I tried to resist, the boring routine with Stacy made Charlotte’s tight, eager body feel like the only real thing left in my life. The bedroom door clicked shut behind Charlotte, but her presence lingered like smoke, sweet pussy, leather from that stolen collar, and the faint trace of my own cum. My cock throbbed painfully hard under the sheets, refusing to calm down. I lay there in the dark, chest heaving, listening to the quiet mansion around me. Stacy’s soft breathing came through the connecting door. She was exhausted again, as usual.

Nolan: The corridor was quiet when I stepped out of my study, the kind of quiet that hummed low and alive beneath the surface. Most of the pack had already settled in for the evening, patrols outside, kitchens closing, lights dimmed. Mira being care was not something that I liked and I knew that she was playing a game that she should not Thankfully, Natalia chose not to give in to it. Though I knew that she was not aware that the woman pretending to be her friend was nothing more than a hypocrite.

Droping the file on the managers desk before cat walking out of the room. Derrick, Esther and I stare at it in hunger. I just want to get this over and done with. I want that low life behind bars, but this suspence is killing me!

The last thing we wanted to do was to harm the human inhabitants of Lakewood. They locked the sector down tighter than Area 51. Nothing and nobody was getting past Neal. Like all Gammas, he was a security expert. After we’d been double-crossed by members of our pack, Neal had become obsessive, having taken it as a personal failure. There was also something he wanted to talk to me about, but he said it could wait until after the ceremony. Aaron scuffed his steel toe-capped boot over the trampled earth, loosening the soil. “Caleb, can I ask you something?” he asked in a careful tone, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his high-visibility jacket.

The second photo showed him opening a car door for her, his hand at the small of her back, the gesture protective and possessive. But it was the headline that made Inés's knees go weak: **"SHAMEFUL ACT FROM BILLIONAIRE SON AND STEPDAUGHTER LED BILLIONAIRE FOUNDER TO HIS UNTIMELY DEATH"**