Step Son Novels & Stories

Stephen's expression shifted, revealing the complexity of the family history. Stephen: "From what I heard, Dad was trying to protect him. Being my father's first son, whose mother wasn't alive anymore, he was in a lot of danger, posing a threat to weaken my father. He was a stubborn kid, always throwing tantrums and running away, causing problems, getting jealous of my mother and me. He even got kidnapped a few times, almost getting my father killed. So, Dad decided to give him to the omega to raise him, which he didn't like, and he ran away. My father tried to find him a lot, but he was just…lost."

Until Justin came, of course. It was fresh in my memory, how I met my stepdad. Mother had called me a hundred times, giving me orders on coming home for holidays or she was going to stop my tuition. I didn't have a side job, so yeah, I had no choice but to listen to her selfish request.

Dante had followed her inside with a foul look himself and huffed out in annoyance that we needed to speak with our daughter. Looking between them, both I asked what had happened, and my daughter stomped her foot. Pointing toward Dante, she growled, “He is ALWAYS interfering when I try to make friends! Stephen was going to ask me to the homecoming dance, and HE told him that I couldn't attend!” Glancing at Dante rolling his eyes, I held my laughter and asked her who this Stephen boy was. Wringing her hands, she said, “He is the one of one of the guards' sons.”

“You back for round two?” Stephan pushed away from the tree and stood straight, his legs spread out in front of him. “Damon Chase, right hand of the chief of the Elite Guards.” My smile got wider, “Daddy’s boy knows how to do research!” I kept closing the distance in a way that looked nonchalant but I was cautious. “I know exactly what type of a person you are!” Stephan continued holding his ground. “Yeah? What type of a person are you?” I was up in his face now. “The type that runs to daddy when he is in trouble?” I suddenly gave him a powerful shove.

Zephyr for what feels like a second before he turns to me his brownish hazel eyes locking with my wide ones. “Hey….” He starts extending his hands for a handshake. I reach for it and our palms meet. “I’m Ryan… Ryan Zephyr,” He says. What? I can’t help but scoff a bit. This man, who is way taller, bigger, larger, and most likely older than me, is my stepson??!! “Haha, he’s a very well-mannered young man, which might be a weakness.” Zephyr says, attempting to jab him again but, Ryan leans to the side dogjing the contact.

I look over at Dave and he doesn't seem even the slightest bit amused. "Well, I knew you guys were sleeping together but I didn't know you two fell in love." Dave speaks up, taking me by surprise. "And if you two want to pursue your relationship, then I can't stop you. I can only support you as my son and thankfully, it's legal now that you are no longer step-siblings." Dave says leaving a smile on my face along with Jack's. A big, bright, and beautiful smile.

I picked it up with trembling fingers, my eyes scanning through the note carefully. ‘Alice, last night was a mistake that should have never happened. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier. Thomas Brooks is my dad, and that makes you… my stepmom. I know I'm disgusting, and I also know that you hate me now, but I'm really sorry. Take this card and get whatever you want. Take it as a means of compensation for my stupid act. Yours sincerely, George Brooks.’ My stomach twisted in knots, my eyes spinning with disbelief.

Ethan says, his tone perfectly level, masking the fact that he wants to wrap his hands around Arthur's throat. "At least until my private security finishes sweeping the kitchen staff. I won't have her coming back to a compromised house." "You’re being very thorough, son," Arthur says, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sips his drink. "Almost... possessive. One might think you care for your stepmother a bit more than is appropriate." Ethan meets his father’s gaze. It is a clash of two predators - one hiding in the light, one fueled by the dark. "I care about the Reynolds reputation, Father," Ethan replies, his voice like a blade being drawn.

Grayson steps closer. “If this is about the company ” “It’s not,” Stephen interrupts. “It’s about Ethan.” Grayson freezes. Stephen watches him carefully. “You’re too emotional,” Stephen says quietly. “You’re making decisions based on feelings.” Grayson’s hands clench. “He’s my son.” Stephen’s voice turns cold. “He’s not.” The words hit like a gunshot. Jamie appears behind us. “He is.” Stephen looks at him. “You’re just a child.” Jamie steps forward. “He’s my brother.”

I say and he looks at me with eyes dark but not moving, he folds his arms and leans his weight on his hips. “Fuck, Winter, you shouldn't be doing something like this, what will your mom think?“ Kaden, my stepfather says and I shake my head, pressing my hands together to plead. The door opens and Uncle Justin walks in with a smirk, “relax brother, she's just exploring like young ladies her age” Justin says and I almost moan at the tension in the room. “She's my step daughter, and you're her fucking Uncle” Kaden says strictly and Uncle Justin climbs into the bed, staying behind me to present me to his brother…my stepdaddy.