Stephfather Novels & Stories

“I never meant for any of this to—” Before I could stop him, Dad snatched Steph’s upper arm with bruising force. She yelped, twisting, but didn’t fight. “You’re a conniving, sleazy, whore of a rogue, tempting my son like a fucking siren!” he snarled. “What do you want from our family? Money? Secrets? Are you a spy? That is the threat! An infiltrator—” “No!” Steph shrieked, terrified. “I’m a waitress! That’s all! Please, I—”

She swiped on the screen, and the call connected. "Hey, Dad." "Hmph!" The stern voice of a middle-aged man came through the phone. "So you still acknowledge me as your father, huh?" "Dad… I never said I stopped considering you as my father," Stephanie replied sheepishly. Back then, her father, Owen Ford, had strongly opposed her decision to be with Tyler when he found out about their relationship. He'd said that Tyler wasn't a good man and not someone she could entrust the rest of her life to. However, she'd refused to listen to him and stubbornly insisted on being with Tyler.

“Damien wouldn’t do that!” “You call your stepfather by his name. Interesting.” He was doing it again, giving her those looks that suggested he knew far more than she did. She felt as if she were stark naked in front of him, to be observed and studied. “Now that I think about it, your relationship seems a whole lot better than I was made to believe. Aaron wouldn’t shut up about how shitty your relationship with the bloodsucker is—a pity story, if you ask me.”

Then, just as quickly, he smooths it over with a smile—wide, bright, and unmistakably fake. "Interesting." His tone drops, hollow and measured. "So you work at my father's company." I blink, the tension in the air suddenly shifting. "I... I thought it was Mr. Tristan's—." "No. It’s not." Stephan's voice is calm, but final. "It's my father's company. Tristan is just running it while he's sick." He tilts his head, a cold edge cutting through his tone. "As for me, I'm busy handling other matters."

Marc taunts from behind me, and I roll my eyes, cursing as I move away from the window. “She’s charming, even my most loyal people,” I reply, walking back to my desk, dropping on it. I have a throbbing headache that won’t go away, no matter what I take. And this situation is making it worse. “Well, it’s not like Steph is not human,” He shrugs, pulling himself three fingers of Bourbon. “What information did we get about her family?” “Well, nothing. From what I know, there’s nothing in the system about them. All I know is that her mother is a doctor, she has one younger brother, and her father recently died. Most of the details about her are hush-hush, so I don’t know.”

"But Luna stays between us." Derek nodded and stepped inside. He set the suitcase down and closed the door quietly behind him. Then he turned to face her, and his expression was hard as stone. "You owe me a life-debt, omega," he said. "And it's time to pay." My Stepfather's Son Is My Fated Enemy

“The young master. His name is Evander.” “Evander?” I nodded quickly. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about that cheating bastard.” Anna rolled her eyes. “Your ex-boyfriend?” “How did you know?” “It’s written all over your face.” She groaned. “Please tell me you’re not still hung up on him.” “No, it’s not that. My stepfather’s son is named Evander.” “Oh, don’t make me laugh. That broke, cheating bastard? Same name, that’s all.”

"Busy doing what? Why haven't I seen you around? Mom mentioned something about a wedding, but I didn't think it was this." My stomach dropped. Mom had told him? They were still in touch? I had assumed they were out of my life now that Rufus was in the picture. "We... we're all good. It's just been a lot." "Just a lot?" Jake pressed. "You look like you're in love. Or terrified. Which one is it?" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain to him that I was in love with my stepfather? How could I explain that I was addicted to the way he looked at me? The way he controlled me?

Even asleep he looked commanding. My stepfather Sebastian. The man Mom married to give me fatherly love for after Dad’s painful death. The one who was supposed to be my daddy. Well, he is giving me fatherly love but in another way. If you know what I mean. I crawled onto the big bed like a shadow, my curvy body pressing against his warm back. My hard nipples dragged across his skin as I draped myself over him. Slowly, I slid one leg over his thigh, letting my soaked pussy grind against the hard muscle there. The friction made me bite my lip to stay quiet. I was dripping, my juices coating his skin as I rocked gently.

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”