Step Sibling Romance Books Novels & Stories

Was this real? Could it be true… that my stepbrother and I were fated mates?

I said with my fruit fork paused just above the apple slide I was about to dig into. “I know right, but there's a lot more interesting stuff on your end. How's marriage life treating you and why the hel are you attending classes instead of a fucking honeymoon?” “Well, Jay and I haven't exactly discussed it and…” “Whoa, you call your stepbrother by his pet name now. Tell me tell me. Is that what you moan when you're climaxing or do you call out his full name?” She was so excited as she kept gesticulating.

And then he moved faster than I could think. In one smooth motion, he spun me and slammed me gently, too gently against the cold patio wall. His body pressed into mine. His chest solid. His arms caging me in. I shoved against him, but he didn’t flinch. “You’re insane!” I hissed, struggling to sound firm even as my knees wobbled. “This is your engagement party, Ian! Someone could walk by and see—” “And what?” His voice was a hot whisper. His breath brushed my lips. “They’ll be jealous? Or bitter about how close I am to my stepsister?”

*Welcome to Exploit, book 2 of the step brother series! You have now entered into the sequel, where things will start to take a dramatic twist. This portion is a bit of a slow burner so please, buckle up your seatbelt and please stay along for the ride. For my twisted readers… I promise it’ll be worth it.* ~ Trigger Warning~ This portion of the book is for mature audiences only. This book is about an abusive relationship. Mentally, and physically. I really wanted to make the reader feel as though they are Amber and experience this with her while being able to see all sides of things.

She stares at me like I have personally wronged her. “You didn’t tell me your brother was hot,” she says, practically vibrating with excitement. I stop midbounce and looked at her. “What?” Maya throws one hand up dramatically. “Your brother. Tall. Broad shoulders. That broody, tortured look like he belongs in a romance novel and definitely knows what he is doing.” I snort despite myself. “first off, he is not my brother.” Her eyes narrow. “Oh?” “Stepbrother,” I correct immediately. She grins wider. “Well then.”

Gabriella held her breath, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke the name of her first love, first kiss… and ex-stepbrother. “Norman Hale.”

“I felt so bad for her mother, Rachel. That could never be me. That would have been over my dead body. It's a good thing we and the council were able to convince them to reject each other.” A chill swept down my spine. They went that far? This meant there was not a single hope for me and Kester, even if I wanted to accept him. What happens when they learn that the same family who spearheaded the purging of a “sinful” bond have children tangled in one far more forbidden? Not just step-cousins. But step-siblings. Raised under the same roof from a young age. My stomach lurched. A wave of nausea climbed up my throat, bitter and burning. My fingers went numb around the phone.

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Eris looked at me. “Y-yeah.” She pushed the hair off her face, “I can’t leave you here, can I?” “We are going out for my pre-birthday dinner, though I hadn’t expected to see you and…you should come with us, if you want to…” “That’s if you want me there, Eris.” “I want you to come,” She broke eye contact with me and stared at Mark. “Right.” “I heard you’re the stepbrother,” He muttered, and his eyes went over me, “I have been curious about you, and I want to know why you came here. All the way from Winterfall Pack to down here.”

I can almost feel the way he used to look at me, with that mix of protection and cold indifference. My stomach twists again with a familiar, sickening shame. I'm standing in a penthouse, selling myself to a stranger, and I’m still using my stepbrother as a fantasy to get through it. I’m a special kind of broken. My gaze flits, my body trembling. I shouldn’t want him… not like this. But I can’t help it. And what are the odds I’ve ended up delivered to a Russian hunk, despite my unhealthy obsession with my estranged stepbrother?