Step Son Novels & Stories

Hero yelled, making everyone on the table, tremble slightly. "Dad is Hardin saying the truth? Is this dimwit, really your wife?" "Watching it Hero, how dare you call her a dimwit? this should be the last time you call her something like that. You must show her respect as your stepmother," Mr. Scott reprimanded angrily. "I will call her whatever I want dad. How can you tell me that she is your wife, when did you get married?" "That's none of your business son. All you need to know is that she is my loving wife, and you must respect her, whether you like it or not."

Chelsea Breakfast was one hell of an exciting affair for everyone except me. I didn't mean to, but the moment I stepped out and saw him, my countenance changed. I hoped my step mom would not notice that the smile I flashed her as I took my place next to her was a bogus one. My step brother, Aldrich had prepared breakfast and he was all smiles. His eyes found mine and I looked away. "Good morning, Auntie Naomi. Good morning, dad.", I greeted with my eyes on my plate. Dad nodded as his mouth was stuffed with food and auntie Naomi patted my hair.

"We'll discuss this later, Stephen. Just...just keep a low profile for now." Stephen's voice cut through his mother's anger, "Hold up, Mother, there might still be a way." Mrs. Anderson's curiosity was piqued, "What's that?" "We can use Avery's stepbrother, Shane," Stephen said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "To the best of my knowledge, he's not interested in his father's company, and he's always wasting his father's money on women and who-knows-what. If we can get him on our side, we might still be able to achieve our goal."

Steve replied nonchalantly. The teacher didn't say anything and allowed him to class. He was the heir of Hamilton Corporation, and his father donates a lot to the school. Everyone knew that if someone else was in his place, they would get detention. No one dared to speak against him, and the principal took care of him like a baby. He might even clean his poop and diaper him.

Aiden said and I shook my head in derision. My mom's car drove and packed beside Aiden's car. She screwed down the window of the car and I could see that she had packed her head in a pony, not only had she packed her hair in a pony but she was sitting with Aiden's son, my stepbrother. "What's your son doing there? He is coming for a visit? Thought he had gone back to college.." I muttered silently. "I really don't know," Aiden replied shaking his head then he added, "That makes the work easier then"

“You're not here for grandfather's memorial service, are you?” He laughed, changing his demeanor into a playful one. “It was just a simple question, bro. Don't take it that far. Of course I'm here for my grandfather's memorial service.” He walked towards the door. “I'll be staying here in the villa until I return. Is that okay with you?” “Of course it is. You are my brother after all.” I replied. My gaze did not leave him till he exited. “Sly fox!” I cursed. Stephen has changed a lot. He is my younger cousin, but is regarded as an illegitimate son of the family. His mother, who is my dad's younger sister, had him out of wedlock.

Damien continued, his voice softening, "I want to introduce you to our son. His name is Caleb." The room seemed to close in on Stephanie as she stared at the boy, her son, for the first time. It took every ounce of her strength to hold back tears, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment. She felt her father's hand loosen his hold on hers, allowing her to make the next move.

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.

Just the thought that he would soon wake up made a smile touch his lips, even though the document he was reading showed proof of the bastards in his office embezzling from him. The door creaked open, interrupting his thoughts, and the last person he expected slid through the open door. Stephen—his stepfather, although given his role in the bedroom, it was more fitting to call him his stepmother. Niklaus’s eyes scanned the designer loafers that invaded his space with ease. Without looking up at the man who wore his orchid pheromones like perfume, he spoke. “It’s almost as if you have nine lives.” “You can't blame me for being concerned when my only stepson misses the third family dinner in a

"So you can keep your little video. You can show it to the whole world. I don't fucking care. I have nothing to lose but you have everything to lose. That's why you are threatening me. . "So tell me, stepson." I let the word drip with contempt. "Who exactly should be begging who?" For a long moment, he just stared at me. Then he began to laugh in a way that surprised me.. One second there was space between us. The next, his body was pressing against mine. He gripped my hip hard enough to bruise and brought his mouth so close to my ear that I could feel every word against my skin. "We are going to have so much fun together," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Stepmother."