Step Dad Stories Novels & Stories

This house is huge; it's a three story family home,beautiful garden up front,beautiful green grass and has three garages. "Close you mouth honey it might catch flies" my dad chuckled. "Dad is this her place?" I asked really shocked because man my dad got money he could afford this and much more but he didn't say anything about her. "It's our home now firstly but I bought it if that's what you want to know, I just thought you'd want you own space so I got three floors which means the top one is all yours" dad said with a smile. I on the other hand is too shocked to even say anything. "Come on let's go meet your new stepmom" dad said excitedly.

He looked at me and I smiled back at him waving my hands, telling him to go on, like he understands it, he then continued introducing his Dad. "Uhmn, right here is my Daddy, his name is Daddy Clyde, he loves me a lot and my mommy too. Every day before I go to sleep my daddy will always read a storybook to me until I fall asleep. I am proud of my dad because he helps a lot of people with his business. That’s all, thank you." He said bowing his head before looking at his Daddy who bares a loving smile and a proud look at him. Everyone clapped their hands, Some parents smiled at me and whispered “You have a wonderful family.” Which makes me smile.

I scoffed at the thought of them. "I know my gumdrop." He tried to comfort me. "I'm sorry for being such a sh*tty father." "You're not, Dad. You're far from it. Some of these dads are insane. Stoic is Nate's dad and he sentenced his kid to having his wings clipped for being my lawyer during a council trial. What kind of dad does that to their kid?" I waved my hands around as I spoke, as usual, only making the things I spoke about more dramatic. Dad's brows furrowed, I thought from surprise at Stoic's actions.

“Save it. The point is, I don’t know you. I’d rather walk home than go with a stranger.” “I’m not a stranger. I’m your dad,” Jared said. “Let me make it up to you, please.” “I don’t have a father. The only one I knew died a long time ago,” Stetson declared. “Stetson, please. You don’t know the whole story yet, so don’t be quick to judge me. I promise if you give me a chance, I’ll be the best dad I can be to you.” “Can you leave me alone?” Stetson walked past, but Jared followed him.

“Oh yeah, because nothing captivates a pup like self-glorifying war stories.” “You’re just mad because mine are better,” Dad shot back. Johanis cooed softly, shifting slightly in Harley’s arms as if sensing the oncoming nonsense. I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Dad, if you traumatize my son with your stories of decapitated enemies, I swear—” “I wouldn’t start with those ones,” Dad grumbled under his breath. I groaned. “Oh please” But before the King of Suits could try to bribe their grandson with tales of battle and bloodshed, Johanis made another executive decision.

He smiled, a real one that crinkled the corners of his eyes, and a strange warmth hit my chest. Calling him that feels odd, but kinda charges the air between us, like he's stepping in to watch out for me. The highway stretched on, and we kept talking, him sharing stories about wild loads he hauled across states, the weird diners he stopped at, the storms that almost flipped him over. I let a few things slip about my stepdad, the constant fights, the way his hands got too close one night before I grabbed my bag and ran. Parker's face went tight when I said that, his knuckles turning white on the wheel.

I didn't understand anything about him Me: Mom, how Dad left us, I'm not following you Mom: (weeps)😖😭😭your father had an accident, he didn't survive, he died immediately What she was saying didn't sound in my head, my father? She's joking I think Me: Mom stops joking, I had dad on the phone not long ago, he told me that he loves me and that he is proud of me and that he loves you too. So what you say makes no sense

stepdad. I stared at the wall separating our rooms, my breath coming in shallow hitches. I was twenty-one now, back from university for the holidays, but in this house, I was still the "smartest girl in the world" to him. Jordan had married my mom six years ago, stepping into the void my biological father left with a grace that was almost saintly. He was the man who had tied my shoes, the man who drove me to every dance, the man my friends at school whispered about with envious sighs.

To me, he was just a nameless stranger who had bought his way into our lives. "I... I will," I whispered, my voice thick. "Great. I have to go, darling. Love you, see you next week!" The line went dead. I slowly lowered the phone, staring at the blank screen. She wasn't coming home. This mysterious stepfather—the man she couldn't stop boasting about—would be at the house tomorrow. I was completely, utterly on my own. The weight of it all pressed down on my chest until I could barely breathe. I paid the bartender with a crumpled hundred-dollar bill, ignoring his concerned gaze as I dragged my garment bag off the stool. I needed a bed. I needed to sleep for a hundred years.

Arthur said, his voice dropping to a deadly, quiet register that made the air in the room feel freezing. "And he does his job. Unlike you, who spends his days playing CEO in a suit he hasn't earned. Don't speak about your brother when you're sitting at my table." Leo’s jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. He looked away, staring down at his plate, his chest rising and falling with heavy, angry breaths. The silence that followed was suffocating. I sat there, trapped between a step-father who was slowly sliding his hand up my inner thigh, and a step-brother who was looking at me like he wanted to burn the house down.