Step Brother Penelope Ward Novels & Stories

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

I can’t help but smile as I say, “Don’t worry about me. Kids are a blessing and I am so excited to be able to spoil yours and be the best aunt ever.” Penelope laughs as she wipes away her tears. Donovan walks over to Penelope and places a kiss on her head. He hands hear his wallet and says, “Why don’t the two of you talk and figure out stuff we might need for you and the baby soon? Okay?” Penelope grins as she takes his wallet and looks at me and asks, “You ready to shop?” I laugh as I follow her up the stairs. I take two steps up before I stop and turn around and lunge at my brother, hugging him tightly. I murmur, “Congratulations bro.”

Once the dinner was cleared away, Penelope stood tall, her face glowing with smug satisfaction. The air around her seemed to pleasurable as she surveyed her prisoners—Brandon and Britney, both bound by her twisted desires. "I know you want Brandon happy," Penelope said, as if speaking to a dear friend, "I'm the one who can give him everything he deserves. Give us your blessing, Brit. You're like the sister I never had."

I can sense that he wants to talk, but has something on his inside, betraying his lips by clamping them tightly shut like they are invisibly glue with gum. Rising to his feet, he stares at me with those ocean blue eyes I've got, takes a deep breath, then walks towards where I am, on my wheelchair. "He's your step brother. He's the reason why you're here in this state." I stay completely still, confused, beyond shocked and damn clueless. WTAF!? "Step brother! You never mentioned any step brother to me."I accuse the moment I find my voice. My chest starts doing a turmoil on my inside, as I force my breath to stay steady. And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother'

I tilt my body and leave a soft kiss on his cheek, but I take the opportunity to divert my mouth as close as possible to his ear and whisper: "You will hate me for this, but I will not allow him to have control over me again, even if he hurts the people I love. That won't end well for him, Pen. But it will end sooner than he imagines.” When I walk away, Penelope tries to contain the crying face, but her face wrinkles and tears run down her cheeks. She cleans the moisture with the back of her hand, but it's no use when her body shudders completely and she starts crying copiously. It hurts me even more for realizing that even knowing what her brother is capable of, she still does not accept th

I asked him suspiciously and recalled the moment the other day at lunch when Rowen told me about his son named Zayn and my eyes began to get wide. I gulped and chuckled nervously before adding further, “Um, Za – Zayn…?” “Yes, Zayn, my son…” Rowen said and they walked towards us while Zayn kept glaring at me. “Your stepbrother” He added, smiling widely and my eyes widened more while my heart skipped a beat and I could feel the ground slipping under my feet. “St – Stepbrother…?” I whispered to myself and kept looking at him anxiously while mom walked towards Rowen and they began to talk about something. Zayn was still glaring at me and I breathed heavily in shock.

Over the years I've convinced myself that if I don't think about it, about Vincent's real parentage, it's not real. I rise to my feet. "Once you're better, leave the country for a while. Penelope will come after you. She is not family, she holds no protective sentiments towards you." "Will my brother let her kill me?" I shake my head. "He will hand her the gun." Bastian looks scared. Good. Penelope proved to me today how much of a terrifying woman she is. And it wasn't because she fired a bullet. It was how she did it.

I replied bluntly, turning on my heel and walking away before he could say another word. My gaze went to where Tyler was but he wasn't there again. Grabbing a drink from a passing waiter, I took a sip, trying to steady my nerves. Everything about tonight—this party, the people, the expectations felt suffocating. All I wanted was some air, some space to think. “Stephanie,” Peterson’s voice called out, and I turned to see him beckoning me over. Clenching my fists, I reluctantly walked toward him. “I want you to meet someone else,” he said, motioning to a woman standing nearby. “This is Helena Smith, the pack’s doctor. Helena, this is Stephanie Mikaelson, my stepdaughter.”

"Miguel is my step-brother, Maria. That’s all." "Is it?" Maria laughed, a cold, jagged sound. "Does your step-daddy know you're a whore? Does he know you’re whoring around with his only son right under his roof? Because the media would absolutely love a juicy gossip like that. 'The Scandalous Stepsister.' I can see the headlines now. It would ruin the Alvarez name, and it would destroy you." Inés felt a wave of nausea. "You're crazy. There's nothing happening."

He winks. My blood boils, his words sound normal, composed, but it's almost a threat, an invitation to rebel. Im not taking it. Once is enough. I’m going to ignore his existence from hereon out, and maybe just maybe he’ll give up on pestering me. “Wow,” Arielle sighs. “Protective stepbrother is a serious understatement.” I force a shaky laugh. “Don’t worry about him, he’s just a pain in the ass.” “Aren’t all brothers? I have four.”