Step Up Novels & Stories

I I zoomed out of the office, the fluorescent lights fading into the background as I stepped into the stairwell. The cool air enveloped me as I began my descent, my feet echoing off the concrete steps. I marched down the stairs with a purposeful stride, my confidence and determination growing with each step. The phrase "my venom marching step" seemed fitting, as I felt a sense of empowerment and assertiveness with every step, like I was ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

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.

I found the sight to be both tragic and absurd. I stepped forward and delivered another blow. "Of course, it takes an evil hand to punish evil. Let's see if you survive this."

And humans falter. I pressed the center, closing distance, and felt the rhythm solidify. The stepbrother pivoted, attempting to break free, but the coordination of three humans acting as one cornered him. He froze, calculating, but the micro-errors we had forced into his system had created leverage we could not ignore.

Jacob realized. "I'm not doing this with you." Stephie decided, then she dropped her arms and she turned to leave again. "One more step and all bets are off." Jacob warned. Stopping in her tracks, Stephie looked Jacob from head to toe. "What is that supposed to mean?" Stephie wondered cautiously. "Make one more move and you'll find out." Jacob insisted, needing a push over the edge.

Matthew said with a smile. Olivia knew that her new stepfather was just trying to lighten the mood and so she tried to wear a pleasant smile on her face as she replied, "I like it. The turkey is perfect, the meal is really nice," she replied. Hoping that she did sound brighter than she felt.

I can sense that he wants to talk, but has something on his inside, betraying his lips by clamping them tightly shut like they are invisibly glue with gum. Rising to his feet, he stares at me with those ocean blue eyes I've got, takes a deep breath, then walks towards where I am, on my wheelchair. "He's your step brother. He's the reason why you're here in this state." I stay completely still, confused, beyond shocked and damn clueless. WTAF!? "Step brother! You never mentioned any step brother to me."I accuse the moment I find my voice. My chest starts doing a turmoil on my inside, as I force my breath to stay steady. And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother'

“Hold up.” The guy doesn’t stop. I have to add more pep to my step just to catch up with him outside the locker room, in the quieter hallway. “You got any instructions for me? Questions? I’m new, so…” “No!” He doesn’t even look back at me. “Get the fuck away from me.” Woah… woah… what’s happening here? I keep walking alongside him anyway. “I’m Noah Carter… okay, you knew that already. Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but…”

"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."

"Don't be stubborn, Ari. I know you're just testing my sincerity." These three were only putting on a show in front of Grandpa. They certainly didn't treat me like this behind closed doors. Michael Leight, Howard Wilkins, and Jeremy Zadinski were all underprivileged students whom Grandpa sponsored. Grandpa, feeling sorry for them, treated them like his own grandchildren. Moreover, Michael was clever and good at making himself appear to be a great person, so Grandpa trusted him immensely. As long as I was willing to give my heart to Michael, he would immediately be Grandpa's grandson-in-law.