Novel & Cerita Stepbrother Romance Novels

"Are you kidding me right now? Damien is mine! My mate! I shouldn't have to fight with you, you should leave him alone because he's mated to me! Why is that so difficult for you to wrap your head around? Or are you going to cast a spell on me too?" "You shouldn't be with him!" She yelled back at me. "He's your step-brother therefore you two cannot be together! He should be mine! Mine!" "Well good thing he's not yours then Nyx. You don't even know him, you're just a brat who heard the word no for the first time and threw a tantrum because of it." She jumped on me then, knocking me to the ground.

I guess he meant it when he said we should ignore each other. “It’s my stepbrother… I” “What’s wrong? Is he giving you a hard time? My stepbrother is a total asshole,” Kenya says. I smile. Life would be easier if I thought he was an asshole. “No, I fell in love with him over the summer.” The room falls silent as all eyes turn to me. See, I know they would think it was weird. “I know it may be weird….” I begin to explain “Ewwwwwwww.” Kenya exclaims.

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"

I can almost feel the way he used to look at me, with that mix of protection and cold indifference. My stomach twists again with a familiar, sickening shame. I'm standing in a penthouse, selling myself to a stranger, and I’m still using my stepbrother as a fantasy to get through it. I’m a special kind of broken. My gaze flits, my body trembling. I shouldn’t want him… not like this. But I can’t help it. And what are the odds I’ve ended up delivered to a Russian hunk, despite my unhealthy obsession with my estranged stepbrother?

"Cooperate and your mother might live. Refuse and we send pieces of you until she comes running. Simple choice, Avery." I stood up fast. "You won't get anything from me. Jax will come looking. Damien and Ezra too. They locked arms against their own father for me. You think a locked door stops them?" Voss stayed seated but his eyes hardened. "The brothers are impressive. But they're distracted. Smoke alarms. Forest chases. Feral episodes in caves. Yes, we know about that too. Your bond is unstable. Perfect timing for us to step in." "How do you know about the cave?" I demanded, stepping closer to the desk. "That was private. You have people inside the estate?"

"I've been thinking about you all day. About what I'm going to do to you at the Summit." "At the Summit?" His grin was wicked as he kissed his way down my stomach and hooked his fingers in my shorts, dragging them down along with my underwear in one smooth pull. "All those powerful Alphas in one place and none of them will know that their future Beta's brother is fucking his step-sister in a storage room three doors down from the grand hall." Heat flooded between my legs and he saw it, saw the way my thighs pressed together, and he spread them apart with both hands and settled his face between them.

I tried to hard to stand up, but my energy doesn't compare to his. He kissed me. Not gentle, not soft. His mouth claimed mine like he'd been starving for years. His tongue slipped past mine, and I tasted coffee and something sharper. Hunger. I kissed him back, my stepbrother. The man who had been cold to me for two years, who never looked at me twice. His hand slid up my thigh to under my dress. His fingers brushed my panties, and I was wet. Achingly wet. “Look at you,” he murmured against my lips. “Saying no with your mouth, but your body says yes.”

He took a sip of water, throat bobbing and I imagined how that throat would bob on me. “No,” he said. Oh. Oh? Then who—? He set the bottle down, eyes never leaving mine. The air between us tightened. “You should really stop looking at me like that,” he murmured. My cheeks exploded in heat. I bit my lip. Big mistake, his gaze dropped to my mouth before rising again. “I...I’m not....” I absolutely was. He pushed off the counter and smiled at me again revealing those teethsss. “I’m Nicolas,” he said softly. “Daniel’s older brother.” Bang. Bang. Bang.

Adrian sat behind the wheel in a casual yet expensive suit, focused on the road with a flat, unreadable expression. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the rows of trees blur past. Finally, my curiosity became unbearable. "Who are you, really? And who is your father?" Adrian didn't look my way. His fingers tapped the steering wheel in a steady rhythm. "I am your brother, and he is your father. Isn't that what's written on your mother's marriage certificate?" "Don't play games with me. I heard your conversation last night," I hissed, emboldened. "You were talking about shipments and making people vanish. That's not the language of a real estate businessman."

I exhaled slowly, pushing off the doorway, ready to lock myself in my room for the night, when a low chuckle stopped me. “You should have at least pretended to care,” Nathan’s voice drawled lazily from the couch. I turned my head, glaring at him. My stepbrother lounged with a cocky grin, his long legs spread out, an expensive whiskey glass in hand. He was everything I despised—rich, arrogant, and born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His dark hair was tousled, his sharp features unfairly attractive, and his eyes, a shade lighter than Ethan’s, danced with amusement.