Stepfather Novels & Stories

She said, as ever, politely as she could, with a small smile tugging her lips. The waiter left, and Sarah returned her attention to the celebrant. The much older but hot multi-billionaire Vincent Laurent, whom they had all gathered here tonight to celebrate his 42nd birthday. He was the same man who had haunted her thoughts for the past three years and under whose care she had been left alone since a year after her mother’s death. He was her stepfather, one who her mother was married to before the cold hands of death took her away.

She stabbed angrily at her steak. “I tried so hard to let my stepfather be enough, and as much as he tried to be, there was still a void. He was so good to me. He did everything he could to make me feel like my world was complete. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of hours I spent curled up on his lap, bawling my eyes out, because I missed a man that I had never met. All he did was stroke my hair and listen to me. When I finally calmed down, he hugged me, tucked me into bed, and then brought me the best fucking hot cocoa imaginable. He was literally the best.” “I’m glad you had someone to support you. I can’t even imagine how tough it was for you,” I

From his silver-coloured eyes, I can see different emotions, from shock to lust. My mother, Naomi, looks at us confused, knowing that it's my first time between me and my proposed stepfather, or I'll say be obsessed CEO. "She's my secretary of the company I am managing currently", Lucas broke the unsettling silence between the trio. "That explains it. I'll call it a lucky coincidence between a boss and his employee getting new titles today." My mother exclaimed gracefully as she was completely ignorant of the behind the scenes between us. Come to think of it, how can someone whom I lustfully looked at and had an affair happen to be my

He kissed me again deeper, his breath ragged, and I matched it by tugging his hair, urging him on. Then the realization hit me sharply like a slap: This was my stepfather. I froze. My hands dropped and my throat got locked. “Stop struggling,” he murmured, his voice thick, his lips brushing my ear. “Just give in, Miguel. I know how badly you want this” “Get the fuck away,” I snapped, shoving him hard, my voice shaking. He hesitated and pulled back slowly, his pants tight with want, his jaw ticking tight. He stood by the side of the bed, lingering a second, then soon turned and walked out. The door clicked shut, fucking loud in the silence.

“You beast. You’re not fit to be a father, let alone a husband.” My fists shook inches from his face. Every instinct screamed to hit him. To break him. To end this nightmare with my hands. “I’m holding back,” I growled, voice shaking with restraint. “Because no matter how much I hate you, you’re still my father.” His laughter grew louder. “Father?” he scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not your father.” The words sliced deep. “I’m your stepfather,” he corrected coldly. “And you should be thanking me. I kept you alive. I gave you a name. I gave you my empire instead of letting you die with your wretched mother—or tossing you into the streets after she finall

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Salvatore stood there, waiting for me to keep talking, waiting for the truth I’d buried so deep it felt like digging up a corpse. I wrapped my arms around myself. “There’s more.” His jaw tightened, but his voice stayed steady. “Tell me.” “My stepfather’s name is Hector,” I whispered. “Hector Marquez.” Salvatore went still. Completely still. Like the name punched the air out of him.

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 ch

“Tris—“ my mom’s yelling was cut short when the door finally opened. My breath caught in my throat when a very familiar man stepped out of the house. Was this the husband? My mom walked over to him with a big grin. “Tristan, this is Nicole, my daughter. Nikky, this is Tristan, your stepfather.” I blinked. That was my stepfather? The same man who had fucked me two months ago that I couldn’t seem to forget was my new stepfather??? Was this a joke?

“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.”

I doubted it. “I run an events company,” I replied, keeping my tone steady even though my pulse was racing. “Small parties, corporate functions, that sort of thing.” “Impressive,” he said, eyes holding mine a beat too long. “Takes a lot of dedication.” Mum smiled between us, completely oblivious. “See? I knew you two would get along.” I stared at my plate, food suddenly looking impossible to eat. The man I’d slept with. The man I’d insulted and paid off like some cheap mistake. He was going to be my stepfather?