Step Family Novels & Stories

“Like, you live in the same house, right? Shouldn’t be hard to carpool.” I frowned, pushing away the leftover burn of Stephan’s indifference. “First of all, we are step-siblings,” I corrected. “And anyway, he hardly stays over at the Romano mansion. Has his own places.” “Ugh. Of course he does,” Betty made a face. “Mr. Broody Power Suit probably sleeps on a bed made of spreadsheets.” I laughed weakly. “Let’s hope his fiancée approves of that.” “Oh, he does have a fiancée.” She said it like it just occurred to her. But then, shrugged. “Well, whatever. Let’s settle in. Today’s gonna be nuts.”

“You had no right to speak to her that way.” Ashton didn’t care. “This wasn’t our doing,” Stephen said. “The way humans are treated—it isn’t our fault.” Ashton laughed bitterly. “I couldn’t care less.” Stephen’s shoulders sagged. “We gave you a home.” He said it like Ashton had ever asked for such. “And you gave them your loyalty. Now get out.” Stephen hesitated, then nodded stiffly and left, closing the door behind him. Ashton was a bit surprised the man hadn't put up a flight, but all the better.

Stephanie didn't say a word, fearing that even the tiniest interruption would break the fragile thread he seemed to be holding onto as he told his story. "She was going through a tough time when we met," Noah said. "Her family life was.at the least, complicated. Her mom had remarried, and her stepfather brought along his own baggage in the form of a daughter who seemed to revel in making Rachel's life miserable. And then there was her little brother, Leo.

Keith deliberately provoked him. “Why wouldn’t I?” Stephen shoved past him and walked straight in. A commanding aura surrounded Stephen as he strode into the living room. With calm resolve, he addressed the room, “Mr. and Mrs. River, and everyone here—there’s something important I need to say today.” As his voice fell, all eyes turned toward him, puzzled. Just as he was about to reveal his relationship with Stellar, she suddenly darted forward, threw her arms around his arm, and beamed with excitement. “Stephen, I found my birth mother!”

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

“Next year, I’ll enroll you both in school again.” Stephie gasped. “You promise, Daddy? You and Mommy have to drop me off and pick me up!” Next year… Will I still be here? No... I still want to go back to my real family. Daddy. Darius. Michael. She’s not included in that list. Even now, even knowing my mother is in a coma… I feel nothing but bitterness. The images still haunt me. Her and Tim. The sounds. The betrayal. I snapped out of my thoughts when Stephie announced excitedly, “We’re here!”

"I wanted to get you alone for a moment. I know I’m practically part of the family already, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. Formally." I blink, stunned. "My blessing?" "Yes," she says with a sincere, wide-eyed smile. "You’re the mistress of this house now. You’re Ethan’s stepmother. It’s important to me that you approve of our union. I want us to be more than just in-laws, Zora. I want us to be friends. The Reynolds wives... we have to stick together, don't we?" The guilt hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Here she is, offering me sisterhood and respect, while I spent the last hour trying not to climax in front of her.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

“But one of the new staff members was in the east wing. We need to be more careful.” I pushed him back slightly, breathing hard. “Or we could just tell them. Rip the bandaid off.” Liam’s expression darkened and he stood up, pacing. “You don’t get it, Alex. This merger could make or break the company. Dad is old-school and finding out his heir is fucking his stepbrother? It’d be nuclear. I’m not ready to lose everything yet.” “Everything including me?” I shot back, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Three men stood on the steps. They looked carved from the same dark stone as the house—tall, broad-shouldered, expensive clothes that didn’t quite hide the violence underneath. The one in the middle had black hair and eyes so pale they almost looked silver in the fading light. The one on the left wore a lazy smirk that never reached his eyes. The one on the right watched me with the stillness of something that had already decided I was prey. My mother stepped out first, all bright smiles and nervous energy. “Boys, this is my daughter, Aria. Aria, these are your new stepbrothers—Lucian, Rhys, and Dorian.”