Novel & Cerita Step Brother Penelope Ward

She could hear the muffled sound of Liam's breathing coming from the wardrobe, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that he was there for her. The door shut with a loud thud, signaling that Penelope's parents had left the room. Liam stepped out of the wardrobe, his eyes dark with anger. Penelope could see the muscles in his jaw twitching as he glared at her. "What the hell is going on?" he growled. Penelope stuttered, trying to find the right words to explain everything. "I-I-I didn't know what to do," she stammered. "My father is insisting that I marry someone else. He says it's for the good of the pack."

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

Stephan chuckled. Chugging the whole contents down his throat, he threw it away. Striding towards the bench, he took a seat. Droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, making his hair cling onto his forehead. “You good, buddy?” Stephan asked, taking a seat next to him. Humming, he wiped the sweat from the towel. “Doesn't seem like it.” He sighed. Elias, gazed at him. His older brother looking at him with concern. Elias and Stephan had a bond. A very special one, to be exact. They both lived for each after their sister died that day. Only they knew along with Ryder, that she was raped and kidnapped in the alley by a gang of hideous older drunk man.

I said. “Doesn't it the same baby who helps you to cage Rose with you?” Stephen asked seems interesting in my life drama. “Yes…” I leaned back on the sofa, closing my eyes. “So tell her his father is asking for him. Give that baby to his father and solve this person's mystery” Steph suggested. “And you think I didn't think about that” I snapped. “Sorry…” He kept himself quiet. “I don't know what attachment she has with that baby, She was ready for the third section for him after knowing what happened in the third section,” I said, breaking the silence.

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 don’t need to.” The way he said it calmly, not scared , made Maya falter just slightly. “Tch. Whatever,” she muttered. “You two are boring anyway.” With that, the trio lost interest and wandered off, laughing about something else, already searching for their next target. Penelope let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She didn’t look at her brother. She couldn’t. Her throat was tight, and she knew if she spoke, it’d crack. But Princeton reached out and held her hand anyway.

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.”

I want my brother's wife. She snarls at me. “And you did fucking nothing! Standing there like this was some evening show!” “It was, and it was an Oscar worthy performance.” She turns away, muttering something about another Halstead asshole under her breath. I'd correct her, but I fear she'll throw something at my head. My brother is a fool. But his foolishness benefits me in ways he cannot imagine. Penelope leaves for a moment, to get some first aid I think. I walk up to Angelo.