Step Father Novels & Stories

The thought of that face gave me chills. "Okay, Dad." I grabbed the breakfast and ran over to kiss Mom's cheek before heading out the door and into the car my stepfather had arranged. Leaning back in the leather seat, I tried to empty my thoughts. My stepfather was Italian. No one would guess that this always-smiling man was once a mafia boss.

he ended mournfully, helplessly even. In many ways, my stepfather was more protective of me than even my own biological parents. Guilt pinged my heart. Thinking of Kyle as my stepfather really wasn’t right. He was more a father to me than my biological father. However, ever since my biological father told me that Kyle had purposefully used his money and influence to keep my papa away from me, I had become a little bitter.

"We'll see about that." As My stepfather nodded, a door behind him opened, and a tall, imposing figure emerged. His eyes were cold, calculating, and seemed to bore into my very soul. "This is Victor, our... enforcer," Bruno said, his voice low and cautious. Victor's gaze never left mine, his presence exuding an aura of menace. "Victor will... guide you through the process," My stepfather said, his voice dripping with an unsettling sweetness. "He'll teach you the ways of our family, and ensure your loyalty."

Her husband could only be referring to one person. That person who voice alone make my body shiver, whose touch gives me goosebumps, whose smile melts my broken heart. That one person who became a replacement for my husband, that one person who made me feel what my husband couldn't make me feel. Anticipation was killing me likewise fear caging me. Zachary. My sweetest mistake. My step-father-in-law I awaited my misery in disguise.

“The paternity test confirmed I was his son but the treatment never changed. “ “Even with the results confirming him as a Witts, the elders of the family still looked down on him and his cousins bullied him.” “It doesn't matter, I don't need them.” “After all, I made an entire business empire without their help or network of assets.” “That you did, my friend. But you'll probably have to stop thinking too much about Ashley.” “What about Ashley?” “You're emotionally attached to her. Everyone notices you care too much for your stepdaughter.” “You're not catching feelings for her, are you?” “I don't know what you mean. I think you're all misinterpreting my actions, I'm only trying to be a respon

I walk toward him and say, “It can happen. I’m an adult, not a child. You’re separated, too, and let’s face reality, you and Mom are probably never getting together.” “But I’m your stepfather,” he protests. I stop walking toward him. It’s not his statement that does it. It’s that I can see his erection. His pajama bottoms have a very obvious and very large tent. I finally come back to my senses and say, “No. You were never any kind of father unless you count teaching me to drive. You were my mom’s husband, not my stepfather. You know it and I know it,” I say. “Still,” he says but by then I’m right in front of him.

“A sugarbaby website?” I repeated slowly. “Why?” “I don’t know! I was angry. Growing up, I had an amazing father. Mom’s first husband was an amazing man. He loved me like I was his own, but I always knew that he wasn’t my biological father. He wasn’t nasty about it, but he had always known that while my mother loved him, she wasn’t in love with him, but that was okay, because he felt the same way. They both knew that while his first wife and my father were who they really wanted to be with. His first wife had passed away in an accident, and even though there was no hope that he would ever be with her again, we all knew that if my father ever came back into the picture, my stepfather would ha

“Hope you're enjoying the food, Stephan?” “Definitely.” He smiled at my Mom, and I couldn't help but look at him again. I saw him in the same frame as Declan, and they looked so alike, with Declan just looking older. Stephan could pass as his son, but there was also something remotely old about him, something that sharpened his edges and made him look like what novels describe as sugar daddies. But he was my step-uncle and professor and would remain just that. Getting through dinner was a herculean task, and by the time it was over, I practically flew to my room, locked up, and tried to sleep.

He lay on the ground, rolling around and crying his heart out. "Everyone else has them! I'm the only one who doesn't! You don't love me at all, Gary! You're a terrible stepfather!" The word "stepfather" hit Dad where it hurt. Dad's face instantly turned red, and the anxiety of maintaining his "good stepfather" reputation flared up again. Esther wiped away tears and remarked, "Oh, what a poor boy. If his real father was still here..." Dad suddenly stood up. He looked at Patrick on the floor, then at the report card on the table.

, almost at the sitting room, Good morning dad l greeted giving him a warm hug, you looking beautiful this morning,guess you had a goodnight,he said beaming with smile,l turned to my stepmom greeted her faking a smile,so daughter we all here to welcome you back home, sitting over there is your stepbrother drake and his girlfriend sophie,we locked eyes,wow l never knew l have a beautiful damsel as a stepsister,nice to meet you sister he stood up and smiled giving me a handshake,he such a pretender l smirked, hello sister nice to meet you too she said giving me a smile which felt more like a mind game, l looked away pretending l didn't notice anything she did, dad apologized for not letting me