Step Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

“The three of us worked together to hunt all the items on Emily’s list. Some of the items were too tall for any of us to reach alone, but we managed to defeat them when we borrowed each other’s strength. Emily’s very clever. She seemed to know everything even if we did not say it aloud. Instead of giving us an answer, she likes to ask us questions. Everyone had different answers all the time, but Emily never scolded us. She never hit us. She never told us we were wrong. She’s different, dad.” Dad… that was a term Darren was told to use outside of Blue Moon Mansion. He had never really thought of Richard as his father. However, after knowing Emily for a week, things changed. Unable to breathe

"So it's true? You married her? Then what about me? What about our baby? You're ditching your own kid to play dad to one that doesn't even know who their real father is?" Before I could even finish, Rainee started sobbing. "My baby's not a bastard! He has a dad!" Quentin freaked out. Then—he slapped me. The crack echoed. My cheek lit up like fire. He looked at me like I was nothing. Pulled his hand back like it didn't just hit me. His eyes were cold, disgusted. "Vivienne Watson, have you completely lost it? Do you even realize how much damage your words could do to Rainee?"

It was as though the fates were on our side as we would later go on to fuck three more rounds, and not once did my mom wake or show up. Months passed; my stepdad and I fucked every fucking day. We fashioned a time schedule that gave room to all our proclivities. Mom’s trust in Dad, suspicions faded to memory. She praised his "devotion," blind to all the insane diversions. We stole moments. Each encounter etched deeper with desire. I can’t say what had come over me; perhaps I was in love with my stepfather, or I just wanted his penis to be inside me whenever we had the chance.

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

She seized our stepfather's hand and declared, "Mom, Dad, I want to be with you!" I, however, ran behind my grandfather and clutched his calloused hand. Across from me, Phoebe curled her lips into a mocking smile. I knew then—she must have been reborn, too. In our previous life, after Father died, we had faced this same choice. Phoebe had overheard at the funeral that Grandpa was a wealthy antique collector, so she chose him without hesitation. Before leaving, she even raised her chin proudly and sneered at me, "Soon I'll be enjoying life with Grandpa. As for you, just wait—you'll be stuck babysitting for our stepdad like some lowly servant."

“Just say it.” Luca swallowed. “Victor isn’t your stepfather.” The world tilted. “He’s—” I couldn’t finish. “He’s your biological father,” Luca said. I staggered back like I’d been slapped. “No,” I breathed. “That’s impossible.” “I saw the documents,” he said. “Accidentally. Years ago. He caught me. Threatened me. Swore me to silence.” My chest burned. “Then why tell me now?” “Because Ethan’s about to confront him,” Luca said. “And if Dad loses control—”

To the right was a fat not-so-tall man with a cold gaze that pierced into mine like he was trying to stare me into compliance. Immediately he started descending the stairs, and it dawned on me that he was Alpha Hades, the man my Dad had pushed me off to as my future mate. I felt a sinking sensation in my stomach, it's one thing to be known for evil and then it's another thing to be facially unattractive. I sighed inaudibly and gazed back at him. His eyes scrutinized over my body like I was some sort of parcel waiting to be delivered. “Not so bad, but I expected more from the daughter of Alpha Edward Jones. I guess the pretty face will make up for other lacking places.” He said, with a devili

“No! Not like that. He is not… I mean, he is older but not a dad. Well, technically he is a step… I mean, he has experience with family stuff. Forget that. He is just really mature.” Sarah burst out laughing. “You almost said step something! Emelia, are you dating someone’s stepdad? That would be wild!” “No, no, no!” Emelia said quickly, her voice a little too high. She forced a laugh, trying to play it off. “I meant he has step… stepping stones in his career. Big career. Very professional. You are reading too much into it. My brain is fried from being home.” Sarah was still giggling. “You are so bad at lying. Your face is bright red. Come on, tell me the truth. Is he married? Is that the dr

I won’t go and my mum can’t force me either. “Speaking about your soon to be hot step dad, you can’t deny that you find him attractive. Sexy and hot.” Lisa picked a piece of chip, rolling her tongue around in a sexy way that it was hard for me not to find it disgusting. “Just imagine all the naughty things you could do to him, and perhaps there’s a chance that he would continue what-“

Julian loomed over me, his thumb reaching out to trace the line of my jaw, his touch searing hot against my frozen skin. “I sat at that dinner table for a thousand days, Elara. I watched you go from a girl to a woman. I watched every boy who tried to get close to you, and I made sure they disappeared. I played the doting stepfather because I had to. Because the ‘claim’ wasn’t legal yet.” He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. I could hear his heart beating—steady, slow, and ruthless. “But she’s in the ground now. The bridge is burned. I don’t have to call you ‘daughter’ anymore. And you sure as hell don’t have to call me ‘father.’”