Stepbrother Dearest Novels & Stories

Steph doesn't know that but she's hoping that isn't the case. "Be optimistic. You're a great guy, who wouldn't wanna date you?" She asks rhetorically. Brody stays quiet. "Just tell her, please. What's her name?" "It's Keeley," he replies in a dreamy tone. Steph giggles at her brother's voice. He sounds like a lovesick idiot. "Tell me about her," she tells him because she needs to know about this Keeley that has her brother like this. So Brody begins to ramble about Keeley. Even mentioning tiny habits that people wouldn't usually notice.

“You should really step your game up, dad, or mom might leave you.” “I’m plenty romantic son, let’s see how romantic you are when you’re not spending my money renting Scottish castles.” I snicker as the two of them bicker, and we huddle together to watch mom’s favorite movie for the fifteenth time. I smile at my family's happy faces, mom smiling as the movie begins, and my dad's eyes are filled with love and my heart sitting next to me. We’ll be one weird but loving family, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with my stepbrother.

"My prerogative. Besides, I'm not your brother—I'm your stepbrother. We're not even related. So stop labeling me as your brother because I have no fucking intention of being one." God... He didn't hesitate in the slightest about his words. Not at all. I wanted to retaliate, to bombard him with the thousands of questions swirling in my head, but with Damien, silence seemed like the wisest choice, so I opted for what I deemed best. "Fine..." I stuttered, shifting my focus to the road ahead, away from his distracting face. "If that's how you want it to be—stepbro." A smirk tugged at his lips before he leaned back, "By the way, if I'm not up to your standards to be stared at, then how come you'r

She laughed, "One tutoring session at a time. Anyway, let me know how things go with Adrian, and if you need backup for that gaming challenge, I'm just a call away." I laughed as she said it as it sounded so hilarious to me. But I appreciated her presence. As I hung up with Olive, my mom popped her head into my room, her expression expectant. "Jane, dinner's ready. Can you call your brother, Adrian?" I frowned at the mention of the word "brother." "Brother?" I echoed, my tone laced with reluctance. Mom sighed, her expression mirroring a mix of patience and understanding. "Jane, he is your stepbrother. It's time you accept him as family."

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

Stephan chuckled. Chugging the whole contents down his throat, he threw it away. Striding towards the bench, he took a seat. Droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, making his hair cling onto his forehead. “You good, buddy?” Stephan asked, taking a seat next to him. Humming, he wiped the sweat from the towel. “Doesn't seem like it.” He sighed. Elias, gazed at him. His older brother looking at him with concern. Elias and Stephan had a bond. A very special one, to be exact. They both lived for each after their sister died that day. Only they knew along with Ryder, that she was raped and kidnapped in the alley by a gang of hideous older drunk man.

"When? I thought she left early." When I brought him home, Grandma would have figured out that he was my new stepbrother and the fa-ther of my baby, though she hadn't said anything about it. She welcomed him wholeheartedly, but I was still worried about her giving him the third degree for some-thing that was both our faults. Besides his mom, who still didn't know, no one in our families had expressed any disappointment or judgment, and I was still waiting for it. "This morning," he said calmly. "You slept in, re-member? She told me to tell you that she was completely nice to me, so you don't have to worry about it."

“I could’ve used this the moment you walked in. But I wanted to give you a choice. See? I’m being nice.” “You’re insane,” I whispered, my voice shaking with equal parts fear and fury. “Insane?” he repeated, chuckling darkly. “No, baby girl. I’m just a man who knows what he wants. And I’ve wanted you for a very, very long time.” “You’re my brother!” I shouted, the words bursting out of me in a desperate attempt to make him see reason. His smile faltered, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Stepbrother,” he corrected, his tone icy. “And stop saying that like it means something. You’ve never been just my sister to me. You’re mine.”

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

Seeing that, Debra took a step back until her back pressed against the railing. Stephen put both of his hands on the railing, caging her between his arms. With the passing ships' lights falling on them, his tattooed forearms were visible. Debra lowered her gaze to avoid looking at him. "L-Leave." "Will you call me brother again?" he asked. She gulped, lifting her gaze, and said, "I will call you brother. That was your own statement a few years ago. Didn't you say I am your sister's friend, so..."