Step Up 3 Novels & Stories

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

I heard Fred call out to me from behind but my only response was no response at all. I didn't even spare him a single glance back. All I did was wipe my face violently with the back of my palm and my heels stomped hard against the floor as I continued to make way up the stairs. Without waiting to see who it was, I increased my pace up when I started to hear someone come up the stairs after me. At this point, I didn't want to be near anyone at all. Especially Mom! I don't remember ever being so mad at her but the only thing I could do right now asides holding myself from yelling in her face like I would if she appears before me right now is to get myself far from her.

I almost fell forward. "Watch it!" The one carrying me yells too close to my ear. I almost fell face forward. My foot had stumble upon something. I raise my foot and put it down again. Again I stumble. I do the same again. Stairs. I'm going up some stairs. Blindly I raise a foot then the other until finally, we come to a stop. We keep walking forward. Our steps resonate around us. We are in some kind of room, or maybe a building. I take some more stairs. For the number of times I had to raise and put down my foot again, I guess we are on the third floor.

I felt my stomach churn, turning my gaze away when his junk broke free. “Look at me!” Greg said but his words had almost no menace in them when his body started to sway and legs to get tangled in each other. And when he started moving towards me, the puddle of clothes at his legs made him trip. Now he was standing up in front of me and a few minutes later his body was falling at the ground, his arms trying to grasp at my wheelchair but failing, only making me move backwards.

Two winter seasons. That is exactly how long my wolf has been bound to the most dominant, manipulative alpha male in the Raven Hollow Pack Settlement. Kenny Liu knows exactly how to handle my body. He knows the precise way to reel my inner wolf back in with heavy fur blankets, strong fire-whiskey, and a primal, explicit touch under the stars that leaves me completely breathless. But the second the winter sun rises over the pack lands, the alpha mind games start right back up. My best friend Thorne Matthews warns me that alphas only lie when they are trying to keep their partners compliant. I want to believe our sacred bond is real, but Kenny keeps ghosting our connection, disappearing in

The storm outside roared on, but the real one had just begun inside our walls. My StepDaddy just Disvirgined me, but don’t think it ends girl. Because this not so innocent girl, has a lot of forbidden fantasies she’s yet to explore.

“Who is she?” The woman looked uncomfortable now, glancing between us and him. “I… I’m sorry,” he said, stammering. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it!” my mom shouted, her voice echoing across the room. “How long has this been going on? Huh?!” My stepdad tried to step forward, but I stepped in front of my mom without even thinking. “Don’t. Just… don’t.” The air was thick. I felt my heart pounding so loud it could drown out anything anyone said. Betrayal, disbelief, anger, all tangled together.

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

Food was still in there, but it wasn’t like I was eating in the first place. I looked up and saw Mr. Stranger—or let’s drop that and call him step-uncle—wearing his coat. They were ready to leave. I stood from the table. “We are leaving,” Mom said. I turned my gaze toward her. “OK, have fun,” I said, hugging her. “Of course I will. It's my wedding night,” Mom whispered in my ear. I shook my head, pulling back. Only me, my mom, and my stepdad—along with his brother—were left at the table.

He finishes with another punch that lands perfectly on my broken lip, making me groan in pain and agony. Then he stands up, monitoring his fellow goons to leave after making sure that their message is home. They even step over me with their giant feet as they walk out. “Call the boss and tell her that we delivered the message!” I hear their leader instruct as they slam the door shut with a thund. Janie! Curse that woman! I slowly pull myself up with almost failed efforts, but I keep forcing until I make it to my feet. With every step being a struggle and painful, I start shaffling upstairs.