Ravaged By My Cold Hearted Stepbrothers Novels & Stories

For someone who wanted to waste away the rest of her jobless life laying in bed and awaiting a miracle that would wipe off my past and present me with a clean slate, I sure felt alot too eager to embark on this trip and I really had no solid reason why. I could say it's the traumatic experience of running into my Father that abandoned me playing casually with his new daughter in the front yard of the man I fell in love with at some point when I had no idea he is also my step brother and the son of the woman that snatched my childhood life away from me and I now claim to hate him because why shouldn't I? It's almost funny how complicated all of this got all of a sudden. If this wasn't my life

I’m not the weakling he once knew, That rose is dead now. “Darl—“ he tries to utter the words but fails as he is meet with excruciating pain of claws digging into his eyes. “Ahhhh.” He screams “I said…not another word!” I scream, all I can see is red “This is for the lies,” I say clawing deep into his chest. He lets out a groan “This is for the betrayal,” I say with another scratch “The humiliation...” “And the death of my brother!” With every word I utter, I feel anger coursing through them like venom, with the intention to poison whoever is in sight and the only person in sight right now is Jacob

Rich into rich huh? I opened the doors almost immediately after the call. I can feel my hungry stomach growling. Mom is out of town with her husband so I guess I'm really stuck with my rude step brother. I was beginning to think my attraction to him was my punishment. This was karma. While he had touched me, I’d wished for someone else, and that someone came in the form of him being my step brother. I heard my step brother in the foyer talking with some associate. I understood my attraction to the man. His hands were rough, his voice deep, his presence commanding . . . he checked all the boxes I needed but didn’t want.

Devour or get devoured. A lot of evil has happened to me. I watched my brothers; half brothers, stepbrothers, adopted brothers, less worthy brothers, fall one by one until it was just me and Edoardo. We’ve been tortured emotionally, so much so that we’ve gone numb and don’t remember what feelings feel like anymore. With each death of our siblings, our father’s beastly nature grew calmer until his wife got taken too. Then he bowed and turned into a weakling, barely surviving.

“The idea of having a step-brother irks me out. I swear, I'll hate Mum after this!” The rust-eaten car door groaned as I slammed it shut. It made such a jarring sound that only reminded me of the agitation roaring like a hurricane inside of me. The Alpha’s mansion stood before me with its dark stones shading the weak afternoon sun. It wasn't welcoming. It was more like a fortress guarding some unknown treasure. And like hell, I hated it!

"I don't want to give you any trouble. Look, I am really sorry for the way this boy acted. He had no right to behave that way, especially towards you and I apologize on his behalf." "Are you serious right now?" He said laughing. It was a sad and angry laughter. One I was so familiar with. "He broke my fucking nose! You do know that right?" "Alex, he is my step brother. Granted, I just met him few months ago but he is a mad man and everyone knows it. Please, dont get upset with me because of what my stupid brother did." I was not ashamed to plead. After all, Alex was a friend. He was the only friend that I had. I was not going to lose him. I would rather betray Daniel and inflict on him the e

He stormed out. A shiver descended my spine as the realization slowly crept into my consciousness, setting me aflame with a seething anger. The pack I had considered family, the wolves I had embraced trustingly, had betrayed my kin. They had orchestrated the brutal demise of my parents and brother; they had taken from me the only people that made my world go round in roses.

I gasp again and look into his face, confused and angry and unable to believe this, “Aiden…” My brother is killing me. I was right. He wanted to take over my life, he wanted to take everything away from me. He… "You want to get out so fucking bad? This is the way to do it fast," he says before he pulls that shit off me and stabs again. This time, I can’t handle the pain anymore. I cry out in indescribable pain and my knees give out. He helps me go down to the floor slowly, while I’m trying to cover my stab wounds with my hands, but I can feel my blood pouring out.

Damn it, I thought, I'm going to pass out. Pain pulled me back to reality. Damn it! They tackled me to the ground. The rough ground scraped against my skin, but I didn't feel it—only a sense of despair. They dragged me back to the room and threw me on the cold floor. My brother slowly approached. His face, which had once brought me comfort, was now unrecognizable. He looked down at me with a coldness in his eyes, no trace of love or warmth. Only indifference and satisfaction. "You thought you could escape?" His voice was devoid of emotion, cutting through the air like a blade. "The plan can't be disrupted."

“He’s your brother.” “He is. But I want you. And you’re not his. At least not with your heart.” His jaw clenched. “He can have the company, the crown. Hell, he needs me to keep it afloat. But he doesn’t get you. Not if you don’t want to be gotten.” A gust of wind rustled the roses. The silence between us was thick and trembling. “I used him,” I whispered. “I thought it would erase you. It didn’t.”