Ravaged By My Cold Hearted Stepbrothers Novels & Stories

“You really are crazy huh? Why would you do something likethat? Dorian isn’t someone you mess with okay?” I stood there staring quietly as he spoke. “The room right next to us is yours, if you want to live in this house then you have to listen well or you live to regret the consequences.” Regret? Consequences? Okay what could possibly be that bad for me to regret? My stepbrothers who act like they want to kill themselves must from the way they glare at each other or the fact that I fucked my stepbrother or the fact that my stepbrother is my mate? What?!

His biggest secret had just been exposed raw in public, and he couldn't suppress his emotions anymore. "You're talking bullshit!" he roared at me. "You're a fucking lunatic, Wilfred Carson!" He then lunged at me like an enraged beast, wanting to slam my mouth shut. Zack's bodyguards reacted immediately, pinning him to the ground. "Me, a lunatic?" I stared down at him and said, "Even if I were a lunatic, I would still never have buried my own brother alive. "William, you and your mom have long worn out your welcome in my home. It's time you guys returned it to its original owners."

No, it had to be the one man in the city who could destroy my reputation and dismantle everything I was trying to save with a single phone call, and he was standing right there in front of me with that arrogant, slow, cutting smile that had always made me feel like he could see straight through every wall I'd ever built around myself. Ryan Hale, was my husband's brother… step brother to be exact. He was notorious in every circle I'd ever heard his name mentioned in, for being exactly as dangerous, cunning, sadistic and whorish as he looked. And right now he looked very, amused and very very hungry… hungry for the juicy piece of meat he had just caught and was about to tear up. And in that mo

Travis "No." The word was ripped out of my mouth before I could stop it. Acid burned through my chest and I suddenly felt sick. It can't be. No. No. This can't be happening to me. This was a nightmare and any second now, I'll wake up. There was no way in hell the blond asshole was my step brother. This had to be one of the levels of hell. "No?" Hunter placed a hand over his heart with a fake flinch. "You're hurting my feelings brother."

To let him control my body however he wanted. And now he was my fucking stepbrother. The thought alone made my stomach twist so hard I thought I might throw up right there on their polished floor. “I just wanted to give you security,” she added softly. Security? A bitter laugh almost escaped me at the irony of that word. Was that what she called it when she gambled away rent money? When she came home drunk and furious and beat me black and blue because I only brought home one thousand dollars? She stepped away from me, still wearing that fake smile like it belonged on a billboard, and Victor moved closer.

Then his expression became cold again. “Listen carefully.” he suddenly said and I nodded automatically. “Nobody at school must know about this, not a single soul. I am not your step brother, we don't live together. We are not related and I don't know someone as lame as you. If you as much as breathe this to anyone, I will ruin you I promise.”

Every inch of her skin felt too aware of him, the cruel stepbrother who had spent years making her life miserable with sharp words and mocking smirks. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Elara's body refused to relax. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother's vacant stare and the blood soaking the sheets. A sob caught in her throat. She bit down hard on her lip to keep it inside, but her shoulders started shaking anyway.

I stopped mid-step, the tile floor cushioning my feet as I turned to face him. “Not safe?” “Yes,” he nodded, looking down Into my eyes. “He’s your ex, Ash. That kind of history doesn’t disappear just because people change titles.” “Win me over?” A short laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. “That’s not possible. He’s my stepbrother now, and we don’t have anything to talk about. Besides, I don’t care about the past. It’s in the past, okay?” The tension in his jaw eased a little, his shoulders dropping. He pulled me closer, his breath brushing my ear as he spoke in a low voice. “You sure about that? I’ve heard cases of step-siblings getting together.”

Tears streamed down my face as I glared at my brother. “You’ve always been ashamed of me,” I said bitterly. “Ashamed of this body. My soft belly, my heavy breasts, my thick thighs. You called me a burden my whole life. And when I finally found someone who loved every inch of me, you ripped me away. You’re not my brother. You’re a coward who sold his own sister for coin and a title.” Kael flinched like I had slapped him. “You don’t understand. Draven is coming. Vaelor is coming. We’re all going to die because you couldn’t stay put!”

he muttered through clenched teeth, the bitterness in his tone underscoring the depth of his distress. The source of his anguish lay in his father's will, a testament that had unforeseen consequences. To Chris's disbelief, his stepbrother Alex had taken everything that should rightfully have been his, leaving behind only the property in France. The reality of this situation was almost impossible for Chris to accept.