Ravaged By My Cold Hearted Stepbrothers Novels & Stories

She wanted to lash out but restrained herself, choosing to keep her composure despite the unjust accusations. “So, is it any wonder her own father despises her? Our father was utterly heartbroken by this pathetic harlot’s disgraceful actions. He couldn’t believe someone like her came from his bloodline!” Giselle gloated, satisfied with the disapproving murmurs from the onlookers. “Why are you still standing here, Athena? Aren’t you ashamed of your past?” Athena took a deep breath, her flushed face now wearing a calm smile. “No matter my past, you were a part of it. You’re the one who stole my lover back then, and you’re the one who caused my sister’s suffering that led to her death.”

I had found absolutely nothing about Riven's watch, but I had discovered something deeply unsettling about my own body. It had reacted normally to his touch. His fingers against my neck had felt warm. For a cold-hearted bastard, he had melted my inside defenses with his hands. "That didn't happen," I told myself, letting out a heavy sigh for the hundredth time. I took one hand off the wheel and ran it through my hair. As the brown strands fell around my face, I wished they could veil what had just occurred. Hide it from reality entirely. I had gotten caught in that kind of position with my soon-to-be stepbrother.

I stayed there, hunched over her, shaking, her blood seeping into my palms like it was trying to pull me under with her. They stood around me, all five of them. My stepbrothers. Laughing. Whispering. Feeding off the moment like predators circling a dying animal. I don’t know when it happened. One minute I was broken, shattered. The next… something inside me snapped. It was like a switch flipped. I stood up slow and silent, my hands were trembling, but not from fear anymore, but something else, from rage. From something cold and final settling into my chest.

Three seconds later, Zakari’s words banish my fantasies into the deepest pit of hell. “I knew you were a whore just like your mother. We’re practically step-siblings, but you’re so eager to let me have a taste.” His voice is no longer soft… or buttery. It’s harsh. And cold, and laced with so much hate. My eyes snap open. Bile rises in my throat. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother.” I snarl, teeth clenched. I push away, but he doesn’t let me go far. He grabs my left hand, imprisoning it against his chest.

It crashed onto the floor, shattering loudly. The sound finally broke through them. They paused. Their eyes dropped to my arm, and the blood ran down faster now, worsened by their struggle. I jerked my hands free immediately and stepped back. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs. I looked at both of them, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Where are my brothers?” My voice trembled. “What has gotten into you both? How can you be fighting like this because of me? How can either of you say you love me? Have you forgotten that we are family? Corven… Tallis… I’m your—”

Chapter 1: I Get Blackmailed by My Well-Hung Stepbrother After He Discovers I’m the Filthy P**n Author He’s Been Jerking Off To The blizzard rages outside like it wants to bury us alive. Snow piles high against the windows, cutting us off from the world. Mom and Dad are trapped in the city, roads impassable for at least three days. Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life.

I staggered along the empty alleyway, coughing violently. My chest burned from too much coughing and I could barely see anything. I swayed side to side, using my hand to push myself off any part of the walls when I touched it. The honking of vehicles from the road and the busy chattering of people were drone to my ears, no one would notice if I died here for days. If only I wasn't a fool, if only I could be as smart as Landon. I lost everything to my stepbrother, my stepmother's older son who would stop at nothing until he claimed everything that was meant to be mine, that was the plan of himself and his mother. I should have known better when the devil he sent came, now I lost everything an

Maybe what I said awakened any old pain hidden deep inside her soul. What else to do, life is painful. Her tears made me more head-strong and my nervure tensed in rage. I know Joan is the one that put us all in such a dire situation. As the thought of Joan crossed my mind, my jaw tightened in anger. I would definitely not let anyone take Veronica away. Nor I would allow anyone to hurt my brother. And if anyone dares then he just has to do it over my dead body. I am *The Black Death*. I am already broken to the extent that nothing can break me anymore, nor even reach near my soul.

Hearing that Neva slapped a palm on his face and said "Don't start Luc, Jacob is not in the mood to hear us like this. I know you suck at reading the mood but I didn't it was this bad." "Ok ok Neva, that's not important right now," Eddie said and approach me. "Hey... are you okay? What's wrong?" he comes to sit beside me while rubbing my back softly. When they all gathered around me and everyone was out it seems as if my body automatically relaxed and my wall crumble. My emotion gushed out as I can no longer stop my tears, "G-Guys... what should I do? I'm a bad brother... I don't even deserve to be called her brother... She passed all those suffering alone while I go and have fun all by myse

My fingers tapped on the desk while I worried about what my *sshole stepbrother was plotting against me this time. This alarming news brought back the memories I had already buried deep within my head. I tasted bile on the back of my tongue. But knowing that Treyton was on the loose, all the anger came back to me, remembering how my wicked stepmother egged Father to put her degenerate son on the throne and framed me so they could banish me away from the pack.