Novel & Cerita Stepsiblings

My father was stunned when I agreed to take my stepsister’s place. “Odessa, do you have any idea what kind of monster Jude Moretti is? They call him the Butcher of New York's underworld. They say when he loses it, he skins traitors with his own hands. You think you’ll come back in one piece?” Before I could answer, my stepmother cut in, her eyes darting nervously. “If Odessa doesn’t go, Sandra dies. Our Sandra, who already sacrificed her reputation by marrying Marco just to escape that monster. The Morettis are savages, but even savages have rules. They won’t touch a married woman…”

Of course, I didn’t tell him—my adoptive parents just blurted it out to Harper’s family. ‘Damn it, I forgot again! Harper Lewis and William Bailey were childhood friends!’ Then around the time Harper became a middle schooler, he moved away again, and the two reunited in their twenties—that was the content of Episode 1. But I had no idea they’d be next-door neighbors! Was there such a mention? I’m pathetic for forgetting most of the settings…! “Brother! Why are you ignoring me!” So that means Bailey Gabriel, my current body, is also acquainted with Harper Lewis.

I carefully slipped out of his arms not wanting to wake him up and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it on. He stirred as if knowing I wasn't by his side and he woke up. He looked at me, and a slow smile spread across his face. "Good morning angel,” he said. "Good morning." "Where are you going?” "Nowhere, I just needed to think.” "About what?" "About us Damon." He sat up as his eyes searched my face needing more sentences.” I continued, “About what we are to do next now, what would the world think of us, huh- stepbrother and stepsister together.”

Even though I already knew who he was, he's still a stranger to me, and we shouldn't have done what we had done just now. His brows met as his jaw clenched. A glint of anger and irritation flashed through his eyes. I shook my head, tears began to form from the corner of my eyes. Realization hit me like a thunder, and now I was left with nothing but regret. "W-We... we shouldn't be doing this..." I said. Our parents will get married soon, which means he's going to be my step-brother. "I-I'm sorry. Please, leave me a-alone."

He had to be good with children and be an easy person to be around and it definitely wouldn’t hurt if he had a slight accent, preferably English. “You’re describing Caleb,” a voice in my head said. Suddenly, it all clicked. I still had a crush on Caleb and he was my stepbrother now. “Oh no! This is not good.”

And yet… A fleeting glance at Chad told her she wasn’t alone in her unease. His expression remained unreadable, but in his eyes, Olivia saw something—an unspoken understanding that only they shared. For a second, a silent message passed between them: This is it. We’re going to be step-siblings, and there’s no going back. But before she could dwell on that thought, Hilda swept her into a tight hug, squeezing her so hard that Olivia almost forgot to breathe. “Oh, sweetheart, isn’t it wonderful? I’m so happy you’re here to share this with us.”

I didn’t know why she couldn’t just let me be , she didn’t talk to me and the last thing , I haven’t spoken to my step dad and since my mom and him are always on trips it made it easier for me . “ It's just five months and I know that you are so happy that I am not going to be there , but I don’t want your step brother's complaints about you , please promise me that you are going to be on your best behavior and act like family when you get there . Stepbrothers , the words rang in my head like it was some kind of terror , from what I had gathered they weren’t going so why did they have to attend again , why did they have to .

I went straight up the stairs to my room and turned the lock behind me. That kiss should never have happened. We’re stepsiblings. Stepsiblings aren’t supposed to kiss each other and aren’t supposed to be close like that. But I don’t understand why I couldn’t pull away. His lips drew me in with such force, like I was caught in something I couldn’t break free from. My body moved on its own, and my mind just went quiet.

I stepped bαck α little‚ my voice dropping. “There αre so mαny things keeping us αpαrt‚ Killiαn. Cαn’t you see thαt? It’s not just the cαmpαign. It’s everything. It’s your mom αnd my dαd. They’re mαrried. You’re my stepbrother. People won’t ever look pαst thαt.”

She wasn't happy when I brought Anita up, and I wasn't in the mood to listen to her whining, so I didn't tell her what I was really thinking. I missed Anita, though, a whole lot, but I also knew that she was right. Our parents were about to be married, so we would legally be step-siblings. Even if we didn't have blood between us, people would talk if they knew we were together, and it might hurt our parents too, now that they were about to get married. "Evan!" I groaned. "I got you, just be quiet, it's distract-ing." "You're already distracted," she scoffed. "Drive already." I kept my mouth shut and drove us to the wedding venue.