Stephen Stotch Novels & Stories

"This is wrong! He’s my stepbrother and I hate him! He’s cruel, he’s disrespectful and he makes my life miserable. But why can’t I tear my eyes away? It’s like I’m hypnotized, staring at his body, dammit!” Oh no! This can’t be happening. I am not attracted to him. Yes, he has a nice body, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a terrible person. And I shouldn’t be admiring him. He's my stepbrother for Pete’s sake! I can’t be lusting over my freaking stepbrother!

I'd seen him roll a joint and smoke openly not giving a single flying fuck about anyone's opinion. And no one asked why. Not my mom. Not her new husband. Not even a raised brow.Like she hadn’t noticed her new stepson vanished the second the vows ended. Like it didn’t matter that he bolted right after the church ceremony, face pale, lips tight, fists clenched like he was holding back a full-on explosion. He looked like someone took a knife to his gut and left it there.

Mariah said. "No one?" I questioned. "Not even stepdad?" "Yes, Miss Veronica. Derek always does whatever he wants." I couldn't stand it any longer. "Take me to his room." Mariah led the way and I marched to his room, banging on the door for him to open up. The noise was still blaring, but I could hear him moving around inside. Finally, the door opened, and I found myself face-to-face with my stepbrother. He was cladded in a towel, showing off his tattoos and his well-built body and abs, dripping wet with water.

“Okay, enough crying. Let’s watch something trashy, braid each other’s hair, and make fun of TikTok couples.” I laughed through my tears. “God, I love you.” “You better. I’m the only one who knows about your criminal-level obsession with your stepbrother.” “Shut up.” “Never.”

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

"I just don't get it, how could he get married to that trash?" "Watch sis… Don't call her that!" Stephen warned. "Oh yeah, you like her and that is just like ewww." Stephanie emphasized her disgust by dramatically placing her hand over her mouth and letting out a retching sound. "Says the one who likes Jake Conat, that egoistic a**hole!" was Stephen's comeback. "He is not an egoistic a**hole. He is just a very manly man," Stephanie retorted shamelessly and Stephen passed her a disgusted look but did not say anything..

"It doesn't matter now. It's done already, and if I go back in there and say I lied, then I'll just get into more trouble, and so will you, probably." "You're probably right," he said, nodding slowly. "Anyway, I'm Evan. Stewart. You probably know al-ready, since he was shouting it and all, and you're Anita, right? Or so I heard." "Uh, yeah, that's me," I mumbled awkwardly, ignor-ing how my insides trembled when he said my name. "Anyway," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Thanks for doing what you did. It helped me out a lot, I really can't afford to get in trouble, and I'm grateful. So, I guess I'll be seeing you around."

I promise to be submissive to you daddy. My cock jumped. Finally there's a replacement for Charlotte. I typed back, describing exactly how I’d do it. How I’d choke her while I thrust deep. How I’d make her stay quiet. The chat got hotter. Filthier. I was stroking myself again when Stacy called. “Hey honey,” she said. “Just checking in. You left the office quite early. You missed the lunch date with The Andersons. It was great. Everyone kept talking about how the company is growing rapidly since I joined.”

My finger hovers over the temperature button. I remember yesterday. Someone following me. It can't be. “You have a stalker,” Delilah says flatly. I laugh, though it sounds hollow even to my own ears. “I’m like the most uninteresting person to stalk. There’s nothing to report. I work, I eat, and I sleep. That’s it.” “And you undress,” Sam sings. “And you shower,” Tessa adds. “And you’re alone half the time,” Sam continues. “Driving home alone. Living in that big house with just your sister.”

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.