Stepdad Novels & Stories

Well, my circle was still on, so he hadn’t achieved much. I watched him briefly before advancing. “Stepfather, huh? You really want me to call you Daddy?” Jesus, Elizabeth! That was just damn awful. I felt secondhand embarrassment the moment the words slipped out. But it was too late—I couldn’t take them back now. And besides, Damien hadn’t reacted. He was quite good at pretending I didn’t exist.

I looked at her, shocked. “Darling, you are only 21. How are you supposed to stay alone in there?” she said. “Mom, I’m 21. Not a kid who can’t live alone,” I tried to justify. “She just cares about you,” my stepdad said. What in the world was this guy? He has no problem taking his wife’s previous marriage's grown daughter into his house? “I will think about it. But for now, I want to go to my house,” I said.

The one who always showed up unannounced like he still lived in the neighborhood even though he’d moved across town years ago. She opened the door and there he was, six-three, broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair cut short, wearing a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up. Forty-eight years old, but he looked like he could bench press her without breaking a sweat. “Hey, kid,” he said, his voice rough like gravel. His eyes flicked down for half a second, taking in her bare legs. “Your dad home?” “Stepdad,” she corrected, the way she always did. “And no. They went up to the lake for the weekend. Mom made him go.”

"That was different. We were family then." "Were we?" she asked, her voice small. "I mean, really?" I didn't know how to answer that right away. "I tried to be a good stepdad. Still care about you, kid." "I'm not a kid anymore, Brad." "I know that," I said quick, maybe too quick. "Doesn't change much though." The thunder rolled again, and I heard her shift in the bed. "Can you come back up here? Just for a little while. The storm's still bad."

I nodded to myself, mentally confirming my plans, and adjusted my robe one more time before heading out to the pack grounds, where the occasion was set to take place. I arrived at the pack grounds and noticed that everywhere had been adorned with glass crystals and roses hung around giving the whole place an exquisite view. I looked around and noticed that the old hag my stepfather was already seated with the council elders. His hair was coiffed back and his face looked more wrinkled and haggard with the bushy smelly beard that covered his face. His cheekbones were saggy and his eyes were sinking into his skull, devoid of life and love. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand as I w

Just let the quiet settle. After a minute he spoke—soft, almost careful. “You don’t have to talk about it. But if you want to… I’m here.” I looked at him—really looked. Green eyes steady. No judgment. No pressure. I exhaled. “My family’s… complicated. Stepdad. Mom. Brother who hates us both. Long story. Tonight was the first time in forever I didn’t feel like I was carrying all of it.” He nodded slowly. “I get that. My dad split when I was twelve. Mom worked three jobs. I basically raised my little sister. College is the first time I’ve ever been… just me. No one to take care of. No one to disappoint.”

“And now I have a half-brother I’ve never met, a father I just heard for the first time since I was eleven, a mother with a twenty year secret, a stepfather who is technically still married to said mother although that’s in progress, a civil lawsuit, a federal investigation, a half-sister who recruited my best friend at four in the morning, and we are currently driving to check on the nurse who recorded my father’s dying statement because she might have been silenced by a seventy-one year old man who is supposed to be in custody.” Caden was quiet for a moment. “When you list it like that,” he said. “I know,” I said. “For what it’s worth,” he said quietly, “three weeks ago I was a man who had

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

"Busy doing what? Why haven't I seen you around? Mom mentioned something about a wedding, but I didn't think it was this." My stomach dropped. Mom had told him? They were still in touch? I had assumed they were out of my life now that Rufus was in the picture. "We... we're all good. It's just been a lot." "Just a lot?" Jake pressed. "You look like you're in love. Or terrified. Which one is it?" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain to him that I was in love with my stepfather? How could I explain that I was addicted to the way he looked at me? The way he controlled me?

He licked his lower lips before throwing his hand up and let it drop, slapping it hard on his sides. "My baby!" He shouted "My Emilia is a big girl and I don't even know how old she is..." He trailed off as he turned to look at my face "Are you fourteen you know it's been years" he paused for a while to study my mute and emotionless face "Thirdteen or-" "I am sixteen" I interrupted rather rudely. My cold gaze not looking away from him for even the slightest second. He mouthed 'Oh!' Without a saying a word as his gaze fixed on My stepdad's hand which is around Mum's waist as she stood with her face buried in his shoulder.