Step Brother Nicknames Novels & Stories

“Yeah. I remember. Still feels surreal hearing you say it.” “Why? Because I used to call you an overbearing asshole stepbrother?” He smirked. “Exactly that. Now you’re screaming my name every night.” I felt that in a flush of heat up my neck. “Keep talking like that and we won’t make it back to the motel.”

After making sure that no one was there, he jumped straight from his step-sister's room and sneaked towards his room. When he jumped from Callista's room, he unknowingly dropped something from his body. As Callista approached, she picked up a silver bracelet with the initials CF. It obviously belonged to someone she knew, as she had seen it every day for the past three years. It belonged to Caspian Frostbite, her step-brother. After picking up the bracelet, Callista started to panic when she realized something. She quickly ran out of the room, down the stairs, as she screamed for her parents.

Thankfully, she never told him his name. Nick looked up at her with a smirk. He wasn't going to say it. Was he? “You can call me Nick.” “Nick?” Nita screamed, her tone dripping with warning. Nate looked between them. “I like it. Can I call you Uncle Nick or daddy? I don't have a daddy. I don't mind calling you daddy, daddy.” Nita turned to him. “Nate, you can’t just go around calling anyone daddy. That's wrong.”

Ryan's voice asks. “My sister.” A deep thick rumbles. “Oh, I've heard of you having a sister before and what might your sister's name be?” Even I from here find his questions annoying, I wonder how the brother must be. “Scarlett Idiot.” The thick voice says three people round up into the dinner room. All the men move to the side while the sister moves forward into the room leaving me breathless. My breathing increases as pressure wounds me immobile of any movement or speech.

We stare at each other for a couple of minutes. “I..” He begins “Hmmmmm,” Kenya mumbles, interrupting the moment. Zayne looks down at my phone and then back at me. “Oh, I’m face timing, my friends.” I turn the phone to him. “Oh, Hi guys, I’m the famous stepbrother.” “Hey, I’m Santana, glad to see you again.” “Hey, glad you’re back. Maija really missed you.” Samantha follows. “I missed her more, trust me.” He smiles, and I can feel my cheeks burning.

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

“Careful now, big guy. Rest. Doctor’s orders.” “You and the doctor can go fuck yourselves.” “Been there. Done that.” He shrugs like we’re merely discussing the weather.” I have to pause for a second to pull myself together. Nick has played the role of the perfect, obedient son so many fucking times, sometimes I forget that the quiet, stuck-up persona he displayed at dinner is not the real him. My step-brother is a full-fledged bisexual man. And somehow, that half of him that he fights so hard to keep hidden from everyone else, only comes out to play when we’re alone together and he wants to annoy the shit out of me.

Nobody at school does because I hate it, that is why I have cut it short to Steph. "It's Steph and how do you know my real name?" He smirked and I wanted to wipe that stupid expression off his face. "Well I have my ways, Sugar.." I cringed at the nickname he has given me.. Sugar? like seriously.. "Stop calling me that, you can call me Steph.. no Stephanie, no Sugar.." And he pouted like a cute kid, I felt the urge of pinching his cheeks. Okay enough Stephanie.. "No it's either Stephanie or Sugar you choose.." And I huffed in anger.. Jerk "How about none, and why are you even talking to me just leave already.." He rolled his eyes and fastened his pace, "I am not leaving you alone Sugar not s

He started to sob and cry even harder repeatedly calling my name. “Ummiy.” He continue to call me. “Is this real?” “Yes my prince,” I moved from him and kissed his forehead. “I am real, very very real.” We hugged again. “Is this the surprise?” I asked Angelina and Ciara and they both nodded their head with a smile on their lips. “And who is he?” “My brother,” Ciara pulled him over and hugged him. “My Stepmom also named him after your son.” “Come on! I’m two years older than Star.”

Chelsea Breakfast was one hell of an exciting affair for everyone except me. I didn't mean to, but the moment I stepped out and saw him, my countenance changed. I hoped my step mom would not notice that the smile I flashed her as I took my place next to her was a bogus one. My step brother, Aldrich had prepared breakfast and he was all smiles. His eyes found mine and I looked away. "Good morning, Auntie Naomi. Good morning, dad.", I greeted with my eyes on my plate. Dad nodded as his mouth was stuffed with food and auntie Naomi patted my hair.