Step Siblings Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Are you serious right now? You want me to kiss you?” “That’s not funny,” Gabriella said quickly. “I am serious.” She straightened, forcing herself to sound confident. “If you kiss me and we tell them we love each other, it will break their marriage. They won’t allow step-siblings who are in love to stay under the same roof.” She said it honestly—like a plan she had rehearsed over and over in her head. Norman stopped smiling. “That’s your plan?” he asked slowly. Gabriella swallowed but didn’t look away.

We should walk past each other right now, just walk past like normal people who live in the same house, go downstairs and eat breakfast and act like everything is fine and normal. That's what we should do. That's what normal step-siblings would do. But neither of us moved. Not even a little bit. The pull started then, or maybe it had always been there and I just noticed it suddenly, this magnetic thing between us that made it impossible to just walk away. I don't even know who moved first, if it was me or him, but one of us took a step forward and then the other did too, and suddenly the space between us was disappearing very fast. Another step. Then another.

" From Stepbrother to Daddy Book 7 A Stepbrother Ro-mance by Ted Evans © 2018 Ted Evans All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the pub-lisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book re-view. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author's imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over. Author's Note: This book is the final book in the series. You need to read part o

He looked at me after hearing what I said, his face telling me not to say those words even after I did. “I don't understand how... why?” Mom suddenly said. “You two are supposed to be siblings.” "Step-siblings. We are not related by blood, only by papers and it doesn’t matter," Eun-woo explained. “Eun-woo, both of you would look weird in the eyes of others–” “How about having three wives?” Eun-woo began to question him. “Isn’t that weirder?” “You moron!” Mr. Woo-jin was about to smack him but my mom stopped him.

Not again. She was married after all, and he was just her stepbrother.

I had no idea what I was walking into. But I knew one thing for sure: Tonight, I wasn’t just visiting my stepbrother. I was offering myself to him. And something told me he was more than ready to take everything I had to give. I followed Rhys up the narrow wooden staircase, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it over the muffled bass still thumping from downstairs. His hand stayed on my lower back the entire way — warm, steady, and far too intimate for a stepbrother. Every time his thumb brushed against the strip of bare skin where my crop top had ridden up, a fresh shiver raced down my spine.

I pushed, trying to resist him. “My new stepsister”, Hayden whispered. The desire and passion in his voice made me shiver. “Keep your hands to yourself”, I warned, my chest heaving. “Okay, Grace, but you melted into my kiss” He smirked. “You forced me”, I denied. “I’m your stepsister, so please keep your hands to yourself.f” “Sister?” Hayden scoffed. “Why don’t you go tell the parents” He blew hot air in my ears, making my knees weak.

She blinked her eyes open, her mind racing to piece together fragments of what had happened. The soft touch of Julian's hands, the intensity in his eyes, the way she had surrendered to him completely. It was both intoxicating and terrifying. She sat up slowly, the blanket sliding off her bare shoulders, revealing the skin still warm from his touch. For a brief, fleeting moment, the memory of their forbidden encounter sent a pulse of heat through her. But the thrill was quickly overshadowed by the reality of their situation. The whispered warnings, the weight of their secrets, pressed heavily on her chest. He is his step brother .

Mary reached across the table and squeezed my hand gently. “Look, Juney. Ronan is intense… The Graysons’ name is chaotic. He’s rich, he’s complicated, and he comes with a whole lot of family baggage.” She paused, but my eyes pestered, I needed more convictions on why she switched teams. “You already have enough chaos in your life with the new mansion and your mom’s marriage. Do you really want to add a messy situationship with your stepbrother on top of that? One wrong move and everything explodes… your mom’s marriage, your home, your peace. Who do you think your stepfather would take sides with if your relationship with his son ruins his deals?” She arched an eyebrow perfectly.