Step Brothers Book Novels & Stories

I had lived eight years of my life thinking she had died. I stepped outside as the bright light blinded me. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, it was nice to inhale fresh air. We got outside and a guy approached us, he was wearing a denim Jean jacket and black trousers, his blonde hair was glittering in the sun, which fit his brown eyes. “Is she your daughter?” he asked mum, his scrutinizing gaze on me. “Yes, meet my daughter Amber, Amber meet your step brother Kayden” Stepbrother… He smiled at me “nice to meet you Amber”

Chapter 33 The discovery of his hesitation changed everything. Not in a thunderclap of revelation, not in some grand victory to celebrate with champagne and parades, but in the quiet, insidious way a tide turns — subtle, inevitable, undeniable. For the first time, the stepbrother wasn’t just a phantom force bearing down on us. He was a man. A dangerous one, yes. Calculating, relentless, terrifying in his efficiency. But still… a man. And men had limits.

He tried to reach me again but I refused and hastily stepped back. “You’re insane!” I hissed. He looked at me miserably. “I know the truth now. I was wrong when I thought you were with another man. He’s your stepbrother, I knew it! I’m sorry, Bev. I just really thought you could actually replace me that fast. I couldn’t take it-“ “The fuck? That’s your ego talking, asshole. We’re done and don’t bother me again, will you please?” I was about to walk out but he pulled me back. I looked at him sharply. “What’s your fucking problem?”

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.

From his struggling days to now, he had never thought of leaving me. "It doesn't matter dad. It won't hurt more than the fact that my dad didn't trust me," I say, reminding him of the reason why I left his home. "Sana. Dear, it was....," he mumbles as he has nothing to say. Step Brothers like Alex and Drake are the luckiest. No matter what they do, they always get the affection of their stepparents; as Alex got from Lydia and Drake got from my father. And parents like Lydia and my dad don't deserve to call parents as they never tried to understand their own child.

Grayson steps closer. “If this is about the company ” “It’s not,” Stephen interrupts. “It’s about Ethan.” Grayson freezes. Stephen watches him carefully. “You’re too emotional,” Stephen says quietly. “You’re making decisions based on feelings.” Grayson’s hands clench. “He’s my son.” Stephen’s voice turns cold. “He’s not.” The words hit like a gunshot. Jamie appears behind us. “He is.” Stephen looks at him. “You’re just a child.” Jamie steps forward. “He’s my brother.”

Book 4 - Sucking her brothers dick The silence in the grand, unfamiliar house was a living thing, vast and echoing. My new parents, so kind and overwhelmingly cheerful in their efforts to make me feel at home, had left abruptly for an emergency business trip, leaving me alone with him. My stepbrother, Liam. We hadn't really talked since I arrived a week ago. He was older, maybe twenty-one, with a quiet intensity that was both intimidating and strangely captivating. His presence just loomed, even when he wasn't around, a constant, heavy weight in the air.

Stephen was a son at 28. Two sexual potents. Two intellectuals. Two lost. Ripped from their own blood ties. I'm on a trip, back to my home. The semester has come to an end and now we need some time with our families to renew our energies. I'm going to pick up one more book to read, because the journey is long. But I'm reading it slowly because I've been getting sick reading on moving transport. I'll stop here. ** There are a few kilometers to go before reaching the house where my father and stepmother are living. Well, they moved again.

“I was cool with you partying with other teenagers, with you making friends, with you having a boyfriend, maybe, not you making out on the first day you say yes to him! Especially when he is Owen’s brother!” “What?? He is Owen’s brother?” Mary asked in shock, and Stephanie sighed. She bounced her head and moved closer to her. “I just talked to Owen, and he told me West is his little brother. He never told you about it?” She asked, and Mary shook her head. “Maybe because of the story I told him about you and Owen, and that I hate him for hurting you.” Mary lowered her head sadly, and Stephanie reached her hand and held it.

If I had expected the perfect boy to sweep me off my feet, I must have been mistaken. Even my instincts screamed the same thing, wondering what could possibly go wrong if I finally exposed my heart to this bad guy. Fuck, he is my stepbrother, yet why do I perceive him as more? I nudged his head closer, flicking my palm deeper into his hair. Max sighed, and his sound made me feel more important than I ever had. If I could make Max swoon, maybe I wasn't as horrible as Evan made me out to be, something more intriguing and desirable.