Stepdad Romance Books Novels & Stories

"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."

She asked in a half-drowsy voice, her hand still in her pants, rubbing herself. “Madam, your mother is around; she's asking for your presence in the sitting room.” “Oh, when did she come back?” Scarlett asked silently. "About 30 minutes ago, madam." Her mother initially told her earlier that week that she would introduce her to her new lover today, who would also end up becoming her stepdad. “Tell her I’ll be right with her." “Alright madam.” The maid responded before running off. Scarlett stretched out on the bed before hurriedly getting down from the bed to change. She sighed, trying to come to terms with the reality of having a stepdad—another old man in his fifties—to boss her around.

So I guess I’m good, but— Why couldn’t he just go with her ? “Bye honey and be good to your stepdad okay?” My mom said, snapping me out of my sea of thoughts. “Oh, and your Stepdads best friend is joining us this year too. Do well to make his room nicer and cleaner than it should be.” She cooed. “It’s been two years.” “Okay, Mom bye,” I said, trying to maintain the tiniest bit of composure I had left in me. Dante saw my mom off and came back to the kitchen. I stared at him, he had that mischievous smirk I most particularly hated, dancing along his lips again. I didn’t give him the satisfaction he wanted.

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

THE WATCHER— Mia I found that my mother had remarried a man named Damian after getting back home from college on a sunny day, and my whole world seemed to crash down. Today makes it 5 months they've been together, and we gathered around the dining table for a little celebration.

“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.”

. --- Chapter 15: Stranger in the shadow The message on Isla’s phone burned in her mind like a brand. She read it again and again, chest tightening with a rising panic she couldn’t shake. She left more than a will. You’re not the only one she marked. —E That name. Ethan. The man she hadn’t thought about in years. Her mother’s second husband. The almost-stepfather who vanished without a word after the funeral, leaving behind silence thick with unanswered questions.

“They are a rather lively and delightful bunch. I can see why you like your job very much.” “Boys,” Emily said and placed the drinks down. “This is Ms Gwayne. She is my-” Without missing a beat, the middle-aged lady introduced herself. “I’m Grace Gwayne, Emily’s second mother. You can call me Grandma if you want.” Blinking, Darren looked at the guest and tilted his head. “Does Emma have two mothers?” he asked. Quickly defending Ms Gwayne, Emily laughed and answered that not all families were related by blood.

I assumed it was Alex, coming back for something he’d forgotten, maybe to rub salt in the wound. “Forget something?” I mumbled, my voice thick with unshed tears. “No. I just got home.” My head snapped up. It wasn’t Alex. It was his dad. My stepdad. Richard. He was a man who commanded any room he walked into, even when he was just standing there in a suit and tie. He was older than my dad, probably in his late forties, with dark hair shot through with silver at the temples and eyes the color of a stormy sea. He was built like a retired athlete, all broad shoulders and a powerful chest that strained against the fabric of his dress shirt. He was intimidating, imposing, and I’d had a secret, sha