Stephfather Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

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.

“Plus, Brad probably travels all the time, liaising with shareholders, meeting politicians, and bribing important people with his deep pockets. You know that’s par for the course in the construction biz. Developers are all shady as hell, and I’m sure Brad Landry is no different. So yeah, I don’t think there’s a bat’s chance in hell of crossing paths with my ex-stepfather.” Lila looks thoughtful. “Well, when you put it that way ...” I nod firmly while stuffing the last of my clothes into my suitcase. “I definitely think it won’t happen. But what about you? Don’t you have a summer job lined up with your uncle? Don’t you need to pack?” Lila blushes and suddenly turns back to her laptop. “Yes, I

My stepfather. The texts flooded the screen in rapid succession, each one more furious than the last. *Lush, answer your phone right now. What the hell is this on the news? Tell me this isn’t you. Are you sleeping with Alexander? In his office? He is my best friend, you ungrateful little brat. You have ruined this family. Answer me!*

Ethan says, his tone perfectly level, masking the fact that he wants to wrap his hands around Arthur's throat. "At least until my private security finishes sweeping the kitchen staff. I won't have her coming back to a compromised house." "You’re being very thorough, son," Arthur says, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sips his drink. "Almost... possessive. One might think you care for your stepmother a bit more than is appropriate." Ethan meets his father’s gaze. It is a clash of two predators - one hiding in the light, one fueled by the dark. "I care about the Reynolds reputation, Father," Ethan replies, his voice like a blade being drawn.

“Who are you?” His eyes finally met mine. And the truth in them frightened me more than any message, photograph, or secret ever had. “I was never supposed to tell you.” “Tell me what?” Nick swallowed. Then he whispered, “I'm not your stepfather, Melody.” The room went completely silent. He looked at Clara. Then at Andrew. Finally, he looked back at me. “I am your father.”

I stared at the glowing screen of my phone until the words blurred, my heart hammering a frantic, sickening rhythm against my ribs. He thinks he owns you, but we both know I already had you first. The text message was burned into my retinas. I quickly locked the phone and shoved it under my pillow, trying to block out the sheer, terrifying reality of what it meant. The guy who had wrecked me in that hotel room, the one who had left me aching and breathless just twenty-four hours ago, was Arthur Sterling’s son. Which meant he was my new step-brother.

"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."

She stared into my eyes and I feared she had caught on, but she shook her head aggressively. “Ahah, I don't buy that. He wouldn't do that to his own fucking child!” I rolled my eyes at her. He was more than a step dad to me, if only she knew we were having sex I wonder what her reaction would be. My step dad, my fuck buddy, stood right there and watched me slam my head against the ground. She was gonna explode if she found out about the bigger part of the story.