Step Sister Story Novels & Stories

“They’ll be jealous? Or bitter about how close I am to my stepsister?” The word burned. Stepsister. My cheeks flared, blood rising too fast. “You’re an asshole,” I spat, and yet my gaze stayed locked on his. He didn’t blink. “Jason is waiting,” I reminded myself out loud, as if the name would save me. “He’s waiting for me.” Ian scoffed. “Jason? That idiot couldn’t keep you entertained if he were the last man on Earth. All he’s got are dumb jokes and zero bite.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “We laugh. That’s more than I can say about you and your ‘bite.’”

Lucas asks, jaw tight. I shove my phone in my pocket and rub my temple, preparing myself for the avalanche of emotions I'm about to witness. “That was my stepbrother. Our stepbrother. Mom remarried.” His face goes pale, and I feel my lips curl. That's right, Lucas. You're not the only one who's moving on.

Thanks to my stepsister, I was pregnant with the stranger's baby, but I finally decided to have them, and I have to say it was the wisest decision I ever made. I'm a designer, and I can happily raise my pups. I cherish what I have now. Her groom will undoubtedly be Jax; she has been fighting me for him since childhood. And to get him, she even conspired to make me lose my virginity. When I think about that night, I feel like there are a thousand needles in my heart. "I'm not coming to the Pack ever again." My answer was firm, and there was no persuasion after this. She scoffed, her voice cold, "I knew you would say this, but don't you want your mother's things?"

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

“You have two choices, Emma marry Damien Blackwood… or walk out of this house with nothing.” Emma stared at Vivian in disbelief. Her ears rang as if the world around her had suddenly fallen silent. “…What?” Vivian folded her arms, her expression as cold as stone. “You heard me.” Emma looked from her stepmother to Sophia, hoping one of them would laugh and admit it was a cruel joke. Neither did. Sophia sat comfortably on the sofa, scrolling through her phone as though they weren’t discussing another person’s future.

--- **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 1** Jade Monroe had always been the good girl. At twenty-two, she was sweet, studious, and the apple of her stepfather’s eye. Long wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes, full lips, and a body that could stop traffic — perky D-cup breasts, tiny waist, and a round, firm ass that her tight jeans struggled to contain. She lived at home while finishing college, sharing the large house with her stepbrother, Kai. Kai was twenty-eight, dangerously attractive, and the complete opposite of her. Tall, muscular, tattooed, with a sharp jaw and piercing dark eyes. He worked as a freelance cybersecurity expert and mostly kept to himself. He had always been prot

One of the girls shared her story and the students gathered round her, each waiting for their turn to share their story. Selene creased her brows. She didn't recall giving someone any mate and later changing it. Could it be… she shook her head and walked into their midst so she could listen to them? “Yours is better. Can you believe I woke up this morning and realized that I was fated to my stepbrother?” Another girl asked and everyone gasped. “I hate my stepbrother so much. He is a pain in the cunt, and I have no idea why the moon goddess would be cruel enough to do that.” she huffed.

She stood there, adjusting her coat, her expression as flat as a frozen lake. “Oh my God, Chris…” Lisa rushed toward her next. “Thank God you both are okay.” Chris gave her a small smile. Then she looked straight at me. “Yeah,” she said coolly. Her voice dipped with sarcasm. “Thanks to my stepbrother.” The word hit like a blade sliding between my ribs. Stepbrother. The audacity of it. As if five minutes ago she hadn’t been melting in my arms. As if I hadn’t been breathing her in like a man addicted.

“I’ve got some really freaking news. Well… to my mom, it’s good news.” Freya’s brow furrowed in concern. “What happened?” Ava leaned in, her voice dropping. “She’s getting married.” Freya’s mouth fell open. “Wait—what?” “To a guy named Mark Davis,” Ava continued, scowling. “She dropped the bomb last night over dinner. And get this man,he has a son.” Freya blinked, taking a second to process. “Whoa. So you’re getting a stepbrother?” “Yeah,” Ava muttered, fiddling with the edge of the book. “But he wasn’t there last night. Apparently, he couldn’t make it. Or maybe he just didn’t want to come.”

I poured out to her in annoyance and instead of looking shocked like I had expected, she bursted out laughing. "What's so funny?" I questioned grudgingly with a frown and a raised brow. "Can't you see? You're living the typical Step Brother episode. I should write about you both in my next book" she cheered and I rolled my eyes at her. "You can't ever be serious can you?" I replied dryly and waved at the waitress who rushed over to our table shortly after we stepped into the restaurant. "So, tell me. This step brother guy, is he cute?" She teased and batted her eyelashes at me.