Step Mother

Cole Richardson Sutcliffe is the most eligible billionaire in New York City. His good looks and his money attract every woman he meets. Cole’s ambition knows no limit, and his next step, now that his father has retired, is to conquer the world, one company at a time, even if that means losing his freedom to a loveless wedding. Cole doesn’t believe in love or has time to entertain the idea of a relationship until he meets his newly-wed wife’s daughter. The girl with the fiery hair and the spitfire personality that will rock his world in ways he didn’t know possible. Niccola Fairchild has been living alone since her mother sent her to Switzerland to attend a boarding school. Her rebellious ways did not match their new lifestyle in the Upper East Side of New York. Attending her mother’s fifth wedding reception seems like a nightmare she is unwilling to witness, but when she is forced to organize it, she has no escape but to endure the criticism of her life and behavior. Cole and Niccola feel an instant attraction for each other, which turns their lives upside down and forces them to reevaluate everything they thought was important. How will Niccola live with herself as she kisses her mother’s husband?

“This… this is wrong,” she stuttered, trying not to meet his eyes. “You’re my stepfather. Let’s forget it ever happened.” “How can I forget it happened, Nicole?” He questioned, gripping her chin. “When the image of you whimpering for more replays in my head every fucking night?” When one night of desperation turns into Nicole ending up in bed with a nameless stranger, she’s almost shocked to death when she moves in with her mother’s new husband to see that the nameless stranger is her new stepfather. Tristan Michelson has always been in control of his emotions, but he can barely control himself when he realizes the masked stripper is his new stepdaughter. ~•~ Warning: This story features morally grey leads and a lot of smut.

“I hate you. I’ve always hated you.” He gruffed in annoyance and I snorted while folding my arms. “Best believe the feeling is fucking mutual.” “Care to explain why you’re always giving me the ‘look’ then?” He demanded, a smirk tugging at the sides of his lips. “What stupid look?” “Like you want me to fuck you.” ~~~ It was a hate-at-first-sight thing. Ava and Mason got off an extremely wrong foot and hoped to never cross parts again. Neither of them expected that the next time they’d be seeing each other again, is to be officially introduced to one another as step siblings. Things didn’t get better from there, it got worse. Especially now that they had to live in the same house. Things drastically take a left turn when their parents plans a ‘first family’s vacation’, but were unable to make an appearance as scheduled because of some last minute changes, leaving Ava and Mason by themselves, all alone on an island. For three weeks. Ava passionately hated Mason, until she didn't. Till she couldn’t pretend to not notice how insanely good looking he was… till she couldn’t pretend to be immune to Mason’s intense gaze and lingering touches… Till she couldn’t deny that she wanted Mason to play her curvy body like she was his favorite guitar… Till she couldn’t deny that she had gone ahead and fallen head over heels, for Mason.

Cierra Monroe never meant to steal her mother’s life. One veil. One signature. One wedding meant to save her family....But lies spoken at an altar don’t disappear. Dominic Vance remembers the girl who stood beside him. The way she trembled. The way her eyes lingered. And when the truth comes out, he doesn’t let her go. What starts as a secret turns into obsession. What feels like protection becomes control. And love quickly turns violent. Cierra is hunted, locked away, and forced to choose between men who all want her for different reasons. Her boyfriend fights for her freedom. Her protector betrays her trust. And her stepfather decides she belongs to him. Blood is spilled. Guns are raised. Promises are broken. And Cierra learns too late that some vows never end… even when they were never meant to be real. Because not all that glitters is gold. Sometimes… all that glitters is my stepdad.

It was summer break and after the craziest semester of her life, Lilly had decided to spend it with her mom and her new family in Malibu. When she arrives in Malibu, her mother and her mother’s new husband have to leave for a medical retreat, and Lily is left in the care of her hot and sophisticated older stepbrother, Mason Coleman. It had all started as responsibility but when desire creeps in and responsibility turns into possessiveness Lily is left to fight the tormenting desires. But what if Mason doesn’t want that?

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father’s money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I’ll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters’ mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he’s my stepbrother. He hates that I’m here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn’t clean anymore. It’s tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me, the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I’m shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb, I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

Her aunt sold her at eighteen… to a ruthless billionaire, Thomas Brooks, to save her dying brother. She lost her baby, her name, and three years of her life to a monster who treated her like she was nothing but a worthless possession bought with money. And on the night she finally broke free from him, she fell into the arms of the one man she was never meant to touch… her stepson, George. One night of reckless, forbidden passion gave her a child she kept a secret, and a shame that haunted her for many years. Now, six years later, Alice Cooper is no longer that desperate girl who begged to be seen. She's the queen of a half-billion-dollar empire, and the city that once crushed her now bows to her feet. But the past catches up to her sooner and faster than she could ever imagine. Thomas is losing money, and his empire is crumbling… and now he comes crawling back to her, begging for help. Her aunt, Samantha gives her an ultimatum… help Thomas rebuild his empire or watch her darkest secret exposed to the world. With threats closing in and the safety of her child hanging on the line, Alice must decide… assist the same people who broke her, to keep her secret buried… or destroy them all, even if it means risking everything she has ever built.

“You really should stop doing that, mi angeles,” he growled as she rubbed against his cock. " I'm seconds away from tearing your clothes apart, bending you over this desk and fucking your ass raw.” " What if that's what I want, uncle?” ~~~ Aaira is suddenly shipped off to her uncle after living twenty two years of her life as a sheltered princess. Life with her uncle is different. Freedom, friends and school; all things she never had. But there's also the slow burn tension between her and her uncle. Something she can't seem to fight off. They want each other and might not care that it's against the rules

It shouldn’t have to be difficult, Ashton,” I uttered, my voice quivering as I stared at him. “It was a mistake, Novah,” he sighed, closing the door on my face. “I love you,” I whispered, my heart cracking as I stared at the door. He was never going to see me as anything other than his pathetic step sister. I could never be more. Novah’s life wasn’t as perfect as the world thought. Trapped in a house that felt too cold to be called a home. With a father who barely looked at her, without hatred in his eyes. But the world didn’t know that, all they saw was the perfect daughter, and a great student. All Novah has ever wanted was love, someone who sees her to be just as more than just a nerd. Worlds collide when she realises that the boy she had been crushing on for two years would be her step-brother. Will Novah kill the feelings that she had harboured for years? Or will she act on them and deepen the rift between her and her father? In the toss of family and love, where do morals stand?

Brianna didn’t want a new life; she wanted a way out. When her mother, Eloise, marries the tech tycoon Declan Van Doren, Brianna is dragged into a world of cold marble, sharp whispers, and a stepbrother who treats her presence like a stain on his family crest. Dawson Van Doren is the heir to an empire and a man with a heart of jagged glass. To the world, he is the brilliant, untouchable billionaire. To Brianna, he is the monster in the bedroom down the hall—the man who watches her with a mixture of loathing and a dark, suffocating hunger that makes her skin crawl and her heart stutter. But the Van Doren mansion is a house of glass. While Dawson breaks her spirit by day, his father’s closest friend—the man she calls Uncle—watches her with a terrifyingly different kind of heat. Caught between a stepbrother who wants to ruin her and a forbidden protector who wants to own her, Brianna is walking a tightrope over a pit of fire. And Dawson is about to prove that the only thing more dangerous than hating him... is letting him touch her.