Ravaged By My Cold Hearted Stepbrothers Novels & Stories

Atlas's pOV "So she pretended not to see me." I laughed bitterly, pointing my body in an uncertain direction in annoyance. In my chest, my heart was throbbing painfully. There was something I couldn't explain more than just pain. And as time went on, it felt out of control. I lost control, and my emotions took over and made me move my body to express it. I suddenly moved to hit the large tree I was walking past until the trunk was damaged where my hand struck.

My eyes poke from their very socket's. I feel my thoughts tremble then crash. They shatter. My lips twitch. Speaking seems Impossible. Cold chilly wind instantly surf past me. I jerk. My bones also tremble. They also feel the instant chillness circulating around me. Caroline!. I totally forget about her. I loudly clasps my fingers. I abandoned her with bestial brother Rowan. How sure am I she ain't a god damned lifeless corpse?. Human brother Rowan desperately sought her death. Actions of his uncontrollable alpha beast are unimaginable.

When he arrived quickly, my heart rate increased to an abnormal level. He's furious! He grabbed my arm with no mercy, and I nearly groaned in pain. "Ah, Zack!" “Who are you?! Let her go! You're hurting her!" Ives immediately tried to rescue me. Though calm, he appeared to be ready to confront my wicked stepbrother! Zack pointed his finger at him. "You shut up! If you don't want your a$$ getting kicked out of here, you better shut up and don't mess with me!"

I felt feverish myself as well as wet between my legs. "Mmmm....Maggie. Your skin feels so soft and cool. I feel better already," he growled, then yanked my shirt over my head. "A...Adrian...stop it. You are not thinking straight," I said raspily. My head was spinning as if I was the one who had a fever. "You are so fucking beautiful. God, how I wish you weren't my stepsister. Why couldn't you be someone else's daughter? This is so fucking unfair," he said.

The walk back to the house felt like dragging my feet through wet cement. The forest that was usually my refuge, had grown darker, despite it not being the evening and the trees seemed to close in around me as if urging me to turn back. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I knew I couldn’t stay out there forever. They must have noticed I was gone by now. I couldn't let them blame themselves for me. I was the broken one. Everything in me wanted to disappear completely, to melt into the shadows of the forest where no one could find me. But my heart told me that I wasn’t a ghost—I was their brother, and tonight, I was someone’s burden.

My brother, Koldis, the coward, had been the one to strike her down, his face twisted in a cruel smile. Blinded by my rage, I pulled out a dagger swiftly, ready to strike down my brother and avenge Agatha's betrayal. But he was too cunning, and he moved Agatha in front of him, using her as a shield, her eyes pleading with me to spare her but it was too late. I had allowed the dagger to sink through Agatha's chest, and I felt my world come crashing down around me, the sound of her dying breath echoing in my ears like a death knell.

My own step-sister parading around with everything I once had. Streamers of steaming air swirled about me as my knuckles turned white gripping the frigid edges of the tile. The betrayal felt alive, fresh like that day, cutting deeper than I would have cared to admit. The years, the power, the accumulation of all that wealth; the empires I built were nothing but scars to erase them completely.

She cleaned her tears with the back of her hand, while adjusting herself too. I watch her go, dropping helplessly back on my bed. Why am I so hesitant to reject Damien? The idea of rejecting him makes it difficult for me to breathe and yet my Mom was right. We would never be right, he was my stepbrother, we were raised as close as siblings without blood relationship should be. Did I commit a crime so big that the moon goddess decided to punish me like this? I glanced at the door with blurry eyes as it opened and Damien stepped in.

My entire body was on fire. My brain? Scrambled. I slammed my bedroom door shut, pressing my forehead against it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. “So close. So fucking close.” I inhaled. Exhaled. Tried to push the entire thing out of my mind. Tried to ignore the fact that my mother had almost walked in on me making out with my stepbrother. My stepbrother. Oh, God. This was going to kill me.

I said, and Paulina sighed. "Looks like you will need to deal with both your stepbrother and stepsister," Paulina said, and I nodded. I closed my eyes for sometimes. Minutes later, I heard Paulina say, "I want you to also find out who killed your mother, Clara," I nodded, opening my eyes. There was a lot I needed to do, and the news of Cherry being my step-sister broke me a lot. How can I possibly hurt her when I wish to see my real mother, although she is dead? I also made a promise to myself years ago when I was still serving as a maid to Alex, that I would cherish whosoever my real mother cherished.