Stepback Book Novels & Stories

SBMS -27 PAST: THE PAINFUL REALITY Chapter 26 - Continuation. Para sa mga hindi nakakaintindi at hindi nagbabasa ng Authors note. Para rin po sa nagbabasa na scanning lang, hindi skimming. Sana Ho ma-gets. LEO Kinabukasan... Maaga ako nagising dahil sa mga iniisip kong problema na bumabagabag sa akin, sa totoo lang wala ako masyadong tulog at hindi maalis sa isip ko ang huling text ni Brock sa akin.

They knew better. I remember one day when Venus came home from school and she walked straight past Zeus without even looking at him. This was a few months before we left for training. Venus had just turned twelve at the time. After bribing her with chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk he got her to tell him what was wrong. Apparently a group of boys at school were always picking on her about not having any friends. Normally she handled it well. Able to give it right back to them. Venus had always chosen to keep to herself. We knew she thought friends were a waste of time. She was constantly studying, or reading, or just listening to music. She said friends would come later, but for rig

N.B.: THIS IS ANOTHER DIFFERENT STORY. MY STEPBROTHER'S RETURN BOOK 2< WILL CONTINUE IN ANOTHER STAND-ALONE BOOK. “I have not insulted you, Katherine, believe me. If I were to call you names, I don’t know which ones I would choose for you. One thing I know though is that you all that evil, wickedness, and shameless depict. Even worse!” Irma shot back.

Even though he clearly had something else to say, I didn't wait behind to listen like he wanted. Great. I had left my bottle of water behind in the process. Just Great. And since going back to the kitchen for it while he was still present in there wasn't an option I was even considering at all, I let it go. Sighing, I walked back towards the main entrance of the house to pick up my hand bag and shoes from where I had left them initially before beginning the dreadful walk up the stairs to my room I could already behold but seemed even more farther away with each new step I took.

Somewhere, mice squealed and skittered into hiding places. The smell of moldy wood, droppings, dust, and dead things mingled with something far more pleasant: paper. Books. I crouched down and threaded my fingers together so I could give Steph a leg up. I didn’t need to say a word for her to step on them. With a grunt, I hoisted her high enough that she could heave herself into wherever this led. She winced with a hiss, but reassured me with a whisper. “I’m okay. Just—oh, my Goddess.”

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

I paused. I stepped back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He backhanded her so hard she fell to the ground. "Get off me, you slut! If you weren't so greedy and materialistic, I never would have embezzled anything! This is all your fault!" "Stop fighting! Let go of my son!" Evelyn shrieked as she threw herself into the fray. I stood at the top of the steps, silently watching them tear each other apart, screaming and cursing. These were the people who had pushed me to the brink and gotten me killed in my past life. And now, at the bottom of the abyss of their own despair, they were dragging each other into hell.

He informed, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention. Going back there? Of course, I had to. I couldn’t be Sebastian’s baggage the entire time, one way or the other, I was going to have to leave. What would it be like? Sandalwood and redemption filled the room when Sebastian stepped in. Oxygen and respiration became common aspects once again and I was fuckin' gratified. I watched from the corner of my eye as they walked majestically out of the living room, their voices fading with their footfalls as they walked out.

Chapter 45 The library had never felt more fragile. Papers were scattered across tables, maps overlapping like a chaotic puzzle. Every note we had taken, every hesitation cataloged from the last encounter, had been compiled, analyzed, and cross-referenced. We thought we understood the stepbrother’s limits. We thought we had forced him into reaction. We were wrong. The first sign came as a sound: faint, almost imperceptible, yet enough to make my chest tighten. A footstep. Echoing from the street outside the library. Not random. Deliberate. Controlled.