Stepbrother Romance Books Novels & Stories

I know it because in no world do I want to admit to my mom and new stepfather that I slept with my new brother. I exit the bathroom, still shaking, and find Sebastian leaning against the wall across from me. Waiting for me? Why? To continue torturing me? “What the hell do you want?” I bark. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Sebastian steps closer to me, pushing a strand of curls away from my face and behind my ear. “Tell me. Have you thought about this moment? While lying and deceiving me? While playing with me?” I search his eyes, looking for something hidden behind the words. “If I had known you were my stepbrother, there’s no way in hell I would have ever provoked you.”

For six years, I was secretly in love with my stepbrother, Connor, the Alpha of our wolf pack. One full moon night, I snuck into his pack's corporate headquarters, hoping to surprise him. But through a crack in the door, I heard him whispering with his Beta, Marcus. "You still messing around with your stepsister, that Aria? When are you gonna cut it off? Don't tell me you've actually caught feelings for her?" Connor smirked, his voice ice-cold.

That night, I gave myself to him completely. It was wrong. He was my stepbrother. It was right. I didn't regret it. Not for one second.

"You think I’ve been looking at you like that?" "I know you have," she breathed, a small, triumphant smile touching her lips. "The way your eyes linger on my legs when I walk into the room. The way you tense up when I accidentally brush against you in the kitchen. You've been fighting it just as much as I have." "I'm your step-father, Chloe. I've spent every single day trying to be the man you needed, the stable presence in your life. Fighting it is the only thing that kept this house standing."

A small, amused smile spread across my lips as I walked toward her, my steps slow and deliberate. “Let me tell you something about this boyfriend of yours,” I murmured, my tone sharp. “He’s nothing more than a dickhead. You’re here today, he’ll bring another girl tomorrow, so don’t be proud of yourself, you’re just here for today,” I added, my gaze locking onto hers as anger flickered across her face. “I thought you left,” my brother’s voice echoed as he stepped into the kitchen, his presence immediately shifting the tension in the room. He wore nothing but a pair of long black trousers, his dark eyes fixed on me, his hair falling slightly across his face.

Jane Thompson was the girl who nailed every test, the biggest school nerd who preferred books over real human interaction. Her life was a carefully organised routine: read, school, homework read, read, read till her eyes hurt, then sleep. Till one day, her mother got remarried and everything changed There wasn’t much to say about Jeremy, he was a popular biker, terrifically hot, handsome and rebellious. Literally every girl wanted him. He was Jane’s hot biker stepbrother.

I pressed my lips against his softly, gently, tasting the alcohol on his soft lips. Liam went stiff for a fraction of a second, his hands hovering. But then, a low, shaky sigh escaped his lips, and he completely melted. He didn't resist. He didn't fight me. He leaned into the kiss, his lips parting easily, sliding against mine with a sweet, agonizing tenderness that made my head spin. It was slow. Intimate. His hands came up, his fingers gently tangling into the hair at the back of my head, holding me close as if I were something fragile.

Or the time that the condom ripped… “We have our period at the same time, remember? And I always buy your tampons and put them in your bathroom. I noticed when I was cleaning that you never touched your packet.” I didn’t say anything as I left her standing there. She was talking, like a mosquito in my ear. I couldn’t listen to anything she said, because not only was I late, I was also going to the prom with the man that was going to be my future stepbrother. Even worse, the father of my baby…

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.