Novel & Cerita Step Sis And Step Bro

"Thank you.“ My voice came out softly. Too soft. “Close the door, we’ll be having the counseling session here," he said. "Okay,” I said as I walked over and closed the door. "Sit on the bed," I sat without hesitating. He dragged my foot stool closer and sat in front of me. My chest started beating slightly faster. I tried to control it. “How old are you, Selena?" He asked, “I'm eighteen," “And your step brother? He turned nineteen two weeks ago." “How long have you guys been step siblings?"

BRITNEY ASTON “What?” I could feel color slowly fleeing from my face, Elle’s question immediately echoing in my head. It was probably an harmless question. Even more, it was probably just a rumor. It most likely wasn’t what I was thinking. Right? “What do you mean?” I tried to force a smile on my face, trying my best to act like nothing serious was going on. “Travis and I are sib- step siblings. He’s my stepbrother. We are-“

Sebastian’s POV “So boys, I've got some news,” I smiled with mischief as I stared at them. They cracked their fists and got ready as it was of course, a thing of joy whenever I had news, there was definitely going to be some bones to destroy. “Well, remember that brat I told you guys about when I went to get back my car?” They all nodded. “Surprise, he's my step brother,” I said in a slow tone, my face folding softly into a scary scowl.

“And the bad news? What's it?” His expression soured like mine. He took his time before he responded and when he did, he looked pained, like speaking took something from him. “My stepbrother is returning.” “And?” Now, this wasn't what I was expecting. I thought he wanted to drop a bombshell on me, not this. “He's bad news, the opposite of Sophia,” he explained when he noticed the confused expression on my face. “He's the same as Marcus. His replica.”

“But what if you meet someone else? Someone who isn’t your step-sister… Someone who’s… I don’t know… better for you?” I felt my heart clench at her words. How could she ever think that anyone else could be better for me? Nicole was everything I wanted—everything I needed. I reached over and took her hand, threading our fingers together as I drove with my other hand. “No one else could ever be better for me,” I said softly, squeezing her hand. “Nicole, you’re it for me. I don’t care what anyone says about us being step-siblings. That doesn’t change how I feel about you. I’m not interested in anyone else, and I never will be. You’re the only one I want.”

The stepbrother had been humanized, cornered, and reshaped—not broken, but transformed through shared experience and trust. --- As evening approached, we sat together amidst the puddles, reflections, and crates of the warehouse. The air was lighter, filled with quiet reflection. The stepbrother finally spoke, his voice measured but tinged with respect. “I was always alone. I believed calculation, anticipation, and control were enough. I see now that I was wrong. Trust, coordination, rhythm—they are strengths I never appreciated. You’ve taught me that lesson brutally, yet clearly. I… want to continue learning.”

Chapter Three : Stepbrother’s Denial Veronica’s pov That voice . Wait, his name is Bruno ? The handsome man who treated my burnt arm is my step brother? No way . “ Yes we have, “ I said with displeasure. He can’t be my stepbrother, not when I’m attracted to him . Gosh why . I haven’t really felt any form of attraction towards a man apart from Daniel . Bruno I repeated the name . He has a good name. I wonder what it means .

“I recalled how it all started…… It started with the dangerous things so quietly. We have been step-siblings for two years, two years of pretending, two years of acting like we don't have a crush on each other, two years of acting like we didn't feel anything for each other. Two years of stolen glances across the dinning-table, late night study and argument that were really excuses just for us to be close to each other and accidental touches that lingered too long, Everyone around us thought we barely tolerated each other especially my best friend Mary and my mom I always tell Mary bad things about my step brother “DAVID” How unbearable he is, how arrogant, demanding and dominating but who c

Her next words nearly give me a heart attack. “There are two things, actually. Sebastian and I got married in Vegas two days ago.” My stomach drops. “What?!” “There was nothing I could do, Loriah.” She cries. “He brought it up and I couldn’t dissuade him. I’m so sorry.” This only means one thing — Zakari is really my step brother now. “I don’t have much time, but the second thing I want to tell you… Zakari killed his younger brother ten years ago. He murdered Jamal with his own hands…”

She questioned. A hint of smile appeared on my lips before I could control it. “It is nothing.” “No, girl. Don’t give me that nothing bullshit. Sleeping over at your stepbrother’s house doesn’t mean nothing.” I rolled my eyes. “Stop calling him my stepbrother.” “Is he not? See? You even hate the sound of it. I wasn’t lying when I said you have fallen for him.” I slapped my forehead. “It isn’t my fault.” “Trust me, I understand. I’d want a little of him too if I was in your position. Hot tattooed professors like that are very rare.” She admitted. “So, did you guys have sex?” She asked.