Stepdad Romance Books Novels & Stories

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

Dearest Reader, This story is part of the Destroy Me, Daddy series — a collection of two standalone books connected by passion, power, and heartbreak. Each can be enjoyed on its own, yet together they reveal a deeper world of desire and redemption. I truly hope you enjoy my work and fall in love with every twist, burn, and breath along the way. — Josephine “Say it,” Alexander’s voice was a growl against my ear, rough and insistent, his hand gripping my thigh hard enough to leave marks.

It is small enough. “I hate what fate did to us“ he said.The words were said in a low tone. Almost impossible for me to listen to but I heard them anyway “And I hate that you’re the one who has to pay the price. ” Before I could even give out a reply, he was gone, his heavy boots echoing down the hall. Leaving me in my thoughts wondering what the hell I just did.I just kissed my stepfather and he is my mate.This made me feel guilty for my actions.The mere thoughts of my mothers face was enough to increase it.

I squeak at the end. Damn it. He’s caught me by surprise, and it’s making me nervous. “Smut isn’t what I had in mind.” “It’s just a romance novel, Daddy.” I knew the cigarettes would get me in trouble, but I’m surprised he’s harping on the book. He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure.

“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 realized I had a crush on my stepfather the exact moment he walked out of the swimming pool wearing nothing but wet black shorts. It wasn't just a mild, passing thought either. It was a full-blown, throat-drying, heart-hammering realization that made me want to slide right off the sun lounger and sink into the concrete.

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

Although I am aware that she doesn't think the same way I do. However, listening to such words from her, hurts my ego, and pride. And I am only eighteen. How can I fall for him? By age, he looks like my elder brother. Probably. I don't care. " Listen! Leona. I don't care what you are doing or where you are staying. But save it in your head that that man is your stepfather. You must think of him according to the relationship you share with him! If you dare to -"

Reviews that used words like non-judgmental and trauma-informed and won't make you feel like a problem to be solved. Dr. Vivian's name came up three times across different sources. I wrote her number on the inside cover of the novel on my nightstand in pencil, light enough to smudge if I needed it to. Today Elena approves the grocery run. Permitted outing, once weekly, accompanied. The driver waits in the lot while I take a basket through the store collecting things I do not need with the focused efficiency of someone who has somewhere else to be. I call from the back corner of the parking lot, phone pressed close, voice low.

Unless Roman steps in. Roman. Ethan's older brother. The cold one. The dangerous one. The one who's run the family business since their father's stroke three years ago. The one who's always watched me across the dinner table like he wanted to bend me over it and make me scream while everyone passed the potatoes. Roman has agreed to marry Kaylee. To claim the child as his own. To keep the Carver name clean and the trust money flowing. And in exchange, Ethan has given him something.