Stepfather Novels & Stories

"I've been aware since about April. I'm giving it anyway because I've been waiting twenty-four years for the opportunity and I'm not letting a technicality stop me." He walks me to the car. At the door he does the hug. He is much better at it now.. still slightly careful, still with the sense of a man executing something he was not taught, but he no longer holds too tight at the start and he no longer lets go too early. "Call me tomorrow," he says. "After." "I will." "Not immediately. Take the morning." A small pause. "But at some point in the afternoon, yes, call your father."

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

"Tris, I wish for us to always be together. Happy. And to love each other like Mom and good daddy." She sipped her champagne, her gaze still on the colony of stars, and Tristan felt his heart swell until it felt too big for his chest. Rose, when clarifying between her stepfather and biological father, would refer to her stepfather as good daddy and her biological father as bad daddy because of what he did to her mother.

He has been my father's trusted friend ever since they first met, and that friendship continues till today. Alpha Jethro is the only one of all the other Alphas who consistently has my father's back when it comes to any situation. He has very high standards, but at the same time, he is a genuinely nice person. Since that point in time and continuing to the present day, he has fulfilled the role of my stepfather.

I immediately looked away, my cheeks burning up. "Cut the bullshit. I doubt you haven't seen a dick in your life." He spat out. My gaze immediately snapped to his and I felt the same temper rising again. "You don't know anything about me. For your information, you're my stepfather, just reminding you in case you lost some of your brain cells on the way here. You shouldn't talk to me like this. Don't be a creepy pervert!" I was panting by the end of my tirade.

How could she call that beast and a wife beater her step father. "Mother! Don't you ever call that man my stepfather , We are not related in any form! But even if we were related, | would never be associate with a looser like him in any way! "Mandy! How can you call my husband a looser! her mother said, raising her voice. Mandy scoffed at her. "Oh wait, did you just say husband? Was he not your husband when he was hitting you? | cant believe my ears right now!”

But I thanked the gods every single day that I had escaped at the right time. My stepfather was a well-known businessman to the outside world but nobody actually knew what or who he truly was nor did anyone know what kind of power he truly possessed and how much control he had over many things. He was the Don of one of the biggest mafias more specifically the American mafia Don but he might have given his title to one of my stepbrothers in the last two years. And I had a good guess on which one of his sons he picked. Maximus. The cruelest one of them, he was the one that inflicted the most agonizing mental torture on me. He reveled in seeing people struggle an

But I couldn’t stand this silence anymore. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me,” I said, standing my ground. He finally sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Fine. You want the truth?” He shook his head, like he was tired of keeping it inside. “That man? I know who he is. He’s not just some random guy.” “Who is he then?” I demanded, feeling the weight of the moment. Sebastian hesitated. “He’s my stepfather,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “He’s… he’s someone I used to know. Someone I got involved with a long time ago. I hope this is enough to feed your curiosity.”

No matter what it was, I shouldn't have given in, and I should have pushed him away and slapped him not because of his opinion about me but because of his relationship with Maverick. My husband was on the hospital bed while I was figuring out what my stepson tasted like. The award for the best stepmom of the year should go to me. Lord knows I can write a book on how to destroy your marriage. It would sell quickly if everyone reacted to their stepson like I did. But one thing I know is I have to tell Maverick before Blaze does.

She grabbed my arm, pulling me forward. I walked like a puppet, my legs moving without conscious thought. “Gavin, this is my daughter, Melissa.” Mom beamed, completely missing the way we were staring at each other. “Melissa, this is my fiancé. Your future stepfather, Gavin.” The word stepfather hit me like a blow. The man whose touch had made me forget my own name. Was my mother’s fiancé. “Melissa.” Mom nudged me, frowning slightly. “Say hello, honey.”