Romans & histoires Step Sibling Romance Novels

But I could still feel him—his presence heavy at my side, like gravity with a pulse. People stared. Whispers circled. Girls, mostly. “Is that her?” one voice hissed softly behind me. “That’s Roman’s new stepsister,” another added, not even trying to lower her voice. “She’s prettier than I thought.” “God, she’s so lucky. I’d give anything to have him look at me like that.” But Roman didn’t glance their way. Didn’t smirk, didn’t blink. His expression was carved from marble, untouchable and cold, like the rumors said. Like a god walking through mortals. And somehow, I was the one walking beside him.

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.”

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her chin to look at me.

I cursed discarding the thing to the floor and erupting from the couch, then walked to the wine cabinet and pulled out a fresh bottle. “Bruh, what crawled up your ass and died? You’ve been absent-minded the entire time you've sat there.” Romeo asked walking to where I was and clamped my shoulder tightly, “Is everything alright? You’ve never been this distracted.” No. Not even a single thing is alright because that damn boy I have been working hard to get off my mind sprung back from wherever he disappeared to and guess what, he is my fuckin’ stepbrother. “I’m fine.” I snapped instead, then walked back to the couch and plopped myself.

"It's gonna be you, me, and..." "Ours," * * * - - - - - THE END - - - - - AN: Dear readers, if you're loving Ryder and Kara's story, you can read about the spin-off featuring Ryder's cousin sister, Taya, in the book "Kissing the Bad Boy". You'll see more of Ryder there, so follow along! :)

He started a slow fuck, sliding his dick in and out of her pussy in a slow pace. "Ohh! Your pussy is so tight and sweet." Stephen watch as his dick keeps going in and out of his step sister's pussy. He could not believe he was fucking his beautiful step sister.. "You are so fucking big and sweet. Fuck me hard now. Drill my fucking pussy. Fuck your naughty step sister." Her statements build some kind of energy inside of him and he increased the pace. "Ohhh! Yeah! This is no good! I love your dick big brother. Fuck me harder!" She was bucking her hips up to meet Stephen's thrust.

Stephan chuckled. Chugging the whole contents down his throat, he threw it away. Striding towards the bench, he took a seat. Droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, making his hair cling onto his forehead. “You good, buddy?” Stephan asked, taking a seat next to him. Humming, he wiped the sweat from the towel. “Doesn't seem like it.” He sighed. Elias, gazed at him. His older brother looking at him with concern. Elias and Stephan had a bond. A very special one, to be exact. They both lived for each after their sister died that day. Only they knew along with Ryder, that she was raped and kidnapped in the alley by a gang of hideous older drunk man.

He is seventeen while I am already twenty. Needless to say, Razel and I know that we were step-brothers. Mama did not deny or push me away from him. Instead, she wants us to get close as much as possible. And we did it for her sake. Our hearts become closer like real brothers. My wolf has been keeping an eye on him even from the distance between us, and so is his wolf to me. And because of him, I met my fated mate, Cherry. We have been mates for almost three years already and our relationship is getting mature and intimate.

It was frustrating how he could stir up so much chaos with a nonchalant attitude, yet his charm remained a constant distraction. I tried to focus on calming my racing thoughts, but Adrian's image seemed to be etched into the fabric of my consciousness. If that was possible. And in the quietness of my room, I found myself daydreaming about Adrian and it wasn't just annoyance. There was something deeper, a wave of frustration, attraction, something I didn't want to admit. As I stared at the ceiling, I wondered if this was normal. Was it okay for step-siblings to experience such intense emotional problems? Or was it just the unique blend of personalities?

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.