Step Bro Novels & Stories

Lucas asks, jaw tight. I shove my phone in my pocket and rub my temple, preparing myself for the avalanche of emotions I'm about to witness. “That was my stepbrother. Our stepbrother. Mom remarried.” His face goes pale, and I feel my lips curl. That's right, Lucas. You're not the only one who's moving on.

His presence alone sent a shiver down my spine. “Nicholas, Alex Salvador,” the twins from introduced themselves in unison, their voices eerily similar. “Aiden and Caden Salvador,” the other two added, their expressions unreadable. Tyler stepped closer, his eyes locking onto mine. “We're your step brothers,” he said, his words Landing like a punch to my gut. “And we're here to take you home. Stepbrothers? Home? The words ricocheted through my mind, hollow and meaningless.

Tropes: Stepbrother, forced proximity, forbidden attraction, taboo romance, dominance, submission, brat taming, possessiveness, jealousy, edging, teasing, denial play, accidental touching, shirtless temptation, holding back, slipping control. ***** The hallway was dark except, Rhea walked bare feet past the closed doors of her sleeping family. Except ones door was closed except one. Her stepbrother’s door. The door to his room was open, she peeped inside, they was no light, it was just a flicker of....maybe from a phone screen or maybe not.

The familiar warmth enveloped him, one he had been craving so much for the last few hours. “Hey, little mate,” Ste-phen’s deep voice vibrated through Mason’s bones. “I’m sorry.” Mason's eyes widened. Ste-phen just apologized to him?! Ste-phen's thick hand threaded through his hair as he inhaled his scent. Mason melted, letting his arms wrap around Ste-phen. He shut his eyes, letting his tears flow. “Don't leave like that…” “I won't,” Ste-phen replied almost immediately. “You promise?” He chuckled, his voice running deep. “I promise.”

I muttered. She walked over and patted my shoulder, her tone shifting. "Your stepbrother's a bitch. He didn't even bother explaining himself, acting like some jealous ex-or worse, like an alpha king. He was completely out of line, and he needs to be confronted." I arched a brow at her. She had no idea who my stepbrother really was. "Have you ever heard of Christopher Gravemoor?" I asked quietly. Her eyes widened. "You mean Christopher Gravemoor? The hottest bachelor alive? The mafia king with those eyes and those arms-oh my God..." Her voice trailed into a dreamy sigh before snapping back to shock. Her gaze locked on mine, realization hitting her hard.

Joe orders, his icy tone leaving no room for arguments or anything. Jane slaps her foot on the floor and leans down to furiously grab her bag from the bed. Wait, she is actually leaving? Just like that? “Do we have a problem? What happened to…” “Why don’t you ask your stepbrother?" Janie screams in my face, her face now antagonistic. The way the emphasis on the word stepbrother came out is all questionable, drawing me into more of a daze. After a cold glare that left my lungs boiling, she stomps after serving Joe one.

“Why are you looking at me like that.” “Sorry, I just...” He was nervous, thinking something in his head. That pulled my interest towards whatever he was going to say. “Uh, I can't... So, one of your step brothers, Leo, found my I*******m and texted me and we've been texting since the night I dropped you off.” “What?!” I turned my chair so that I was facing him. The scrapping of the metal on the floor caused some of the students to turn their heads towards us; ignoring them, I urged him to continue. “Go on, tell me what you guys talked about.”

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.

Brock- I was feeling seriously annoyed and angry. Stephanie's behavior seemed so childish, as if she were a second-grader playing pranks on her classmates. Sure, her pranks were high-tech, but they still felt immature. Despite this, I couldn't help but be impressed by the technology she had created. I realized she could be a valuable asset to my company. I made a mental note to try to convince her to move beyond being an intern and take on a bigger role, perhaps even running the entire company's security department.

This is indeed Diego Smith, the same Diego I slept with to get back at Pedro. His father is my Mom's lover? "Nice to see you, Carla," Diego said, letting out a curve with his hand extending out to me. I felt my body shaking as I slowly took his hand, shaking them. His eyes darting at me, as he said, "I can't wait for us to be siblings." Terrified, that's how I felt while pulling my hands away from Diego's grip. Here I thought we'd never see again, but the heavens decided to punish me by making this annoying man my stepbrother.