Step Father Novels & Stories

I yelled, and the little hint of playfulness in his eyes was now gone, leaving only an eerie smile and looks that could probably kill me in a second. “I don’t belong to you, not anymore, not when you’ve just drawn the goddamn line about our relationship, about us. You’re my stepfather, that’s what you are. Also, the person who’s hurting me with every passing second of my life which I gladly want to end, if that would take away all this pain.” I deadpan, sizing him up.

"Yes, you are making things so hard, Ivy. You've got to stop this attitude of yours and get to know him, he's not that bad if you try to know him and besides he's your father and he wants to know you,' she persuaded. "He's not my father, mom, he's my step-father,'' I emphasized the last word. "Yes, he is my step-father and he has no right to come out of nowhere and wants to be my father. He has no right and besides, I don't want a father and he will never be my father." I boldly uttered and gave my head a little shake at her and almost smirked. "Are you sure you got brains at all? I mean, what is wrong with you? You can't be this ungrateful to a man that pays the bills…"

But I thanked the gods every single day that I had escaped at the right time. My stepfather was a well-known businessman to the outside world but nobody actually knew what or who he truly was nor did anyone know what kind of power he truly possessed and how much control he had over many things. He was the Don of one of the biggest mafias more specifically the American mafia Don but he might have given his title to one of my stepbrothers in the last two years. And I had a good guess on which one of his sons he picked. Maximus. The cruelest one of them, he was the one that inflicted the most agonizing mental torture on me. He reveled in seeing people struggle and beg at his feet for mercy.

Adrik had seen the aftermath but was able to cover up the scene and took me home. I was lucky to have met my father. Yet, a few months after meeting him, he had been delivered back to the club house attached to a wooden stake burnt, sliced and stabbed. To this day I have yet to determine what had happened to him. I missed him terribly. He loved me, cared for me, protected me. He had been pissed about the mistreatment from my mother and had even stated that if she had just told him that he would have taken me off her hands. He would always tell me that I was not a burden to him but a blessing. I had discovered that my father Stepfan was the second in command. After his passing his title was g

The more you have of it, the more you have of everything else. Anthony Crosswalk, my father, is richer than God. Crosswalk Industries is a Fortune 500 company and it's his 'baby'. I freeze as I step through the threshold. "Meet your future wife son. Charlotte Daymond." I shouldn't have come back here so soon. My father ignores my death glare and simply looks at his gold Rolex watch. I gave it to him for his 42nd birthday, which was a few months ago. "Quick introductions would be pleasant Sebastian. Some people have places to be."

I yelled. There was a long silence before a resounding laugh. “I do not care, Katie. Leave!” My eyes darted over every detail of him, and I swallowed the newly earned lump of saliva. But I do not move, and gradually, his head raises, his eyes meeting mine. “Don’t tell me you want a taste of me too? I guess I was right after all. Father’s money couldn't keep you, and now you want more. Tell me, Stepmom, how many men have you graced their bed just for cash?” I heard him say, causing me to scoff.

God—five fucking days? With all the kisses, and the touching, the sweet praises whispered into my ears—had none of that meant anything to that bastard?! Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, perhaps I had overreacted in the beginning, but I still didn’t want him getting married to my mother! That would make him my new dad, wouldn’t it? Jesus Christ! I kissed my stepfather? Fed on him even?! My vision blurred momentarily, and I realized I had tears nearly running down my face. I ran off, not caring if anybody noticed my reaction to the news.

From his silver-coloured eyes, I can see different emotions, from shock to lust. My mother, Naomi, looks at us confused, knowing that it's my first time between me and my proposed stepfather, or I'll say be obsessed CEO. "She's my secretary of the company I am managing currently", Lucas broke the unsettling silence between the trio. "That explains it. I'll call it a lucky coincidence between a boss and his employee getting new titles today." My mother exclaimed gracefully as she was completely ignorant of the behind the scenes between us. Come to think of it, how can someone whom I lustfully looked at and had an affair happen to be my stepfather? Is this fate trying to punish me for my high

I huff, not knowing what else to say right now. "Try me." He says, using a soft fatherly tone to speak. I feel my nerves start to increase, causing me to feel slightly anxious. My stepdad is actually caring about my feelings. My mom never cared and she still doesn't, she says she does but I know she doesn't. My dad never cared for or about me, he wanted to kick me out at fourteen but gladly he didn't. He chose to drink all day with my mom and abuse me emotionally and mentally.

He kissed me again deeper, his breath ragged, and I matched it by tugging his hair, urging him on. Then the realization hit me sharply like a slap: This was my stepfather. I froze. My hands dropped and my throat got locked. “Stop struggling,” he murmured, his voice thick, his lips brushing my ear. “Just give in, Miguel. I know how badly you want this” “Get the fuck away,” I snapped, shoving him hard, my voice shaking. He hesitated and pulled back slowly, his pants tight with want, his jaw ticking tight. He stood by the side of the bed, lingering a second, then soon turned and walked out. The door clicked shut, fucking loud in the silence.