Stepsis Punished Novels & Stories

“Number two, the Little Brat does not have the courage to reject me. If the Little Brat had even an ounce of bravery, she would have left the pack six years ago when it was clear she was not wanted here. Number three, the Little Brat wants to be with me. You felt the way that she kissed me. You do not kiss someone that way who you do not like. Any threat that Rose – or rather, the Little Brat pretending to be Rose- made was an empty threat.” “James, you are making a lot of assumptions. And a lot of them are dangerous ones. Please think about this before you do anything rash. I do not want you to make a decision you are going to regret. That we are both going to regret.” “Rash decisio

“Darling, are you crazy?!” “No… I am not, just hear me first, seriously!” I pleaded for him to hear me first. “She got probation after killing her stepfather, who was trying to r*pe her.” He is finally interested in hearing more of Poppy's story. “Her stepfather married her mother not long after we were separated at high school. She was happy for her mother, of course, but not long after, he begin to harass her…”

I could only imagine what was going on in his mind. Even if Stephanie did not do it, the wolf lord's death was a serious matter. Now I understood why Stephanie was hell-bent on Sylvester taking revenge. If someone had already been punished for the crime, she can't be tried for the same offence; no one would dig since the culprit has been dealt with. As much as I knew Maurice deserved it, Devin wasn't lying when he said the Wolf Lord trespassed. He was made to believe the wolf lord had trespassed by whoever sent the letter.

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.

I can sense that he wants to talk, but has something on his inside, betraying his lips by clamping them tightly shut like they are invisibly glue with gum. Rising to his feet, he stares at me with those ocean blue eyes I've got, takes a deep breath, then walks towards where I am, on my wheelchair. "He's your step brother. He's the reason why you're here in this state." I stay completely still, confused, beyond shocked and damn clueless. WTAF!? "Step brother! You never mentioned any step brother to me."I accuse the moment I find my voice. My chest starts doing a turmoil on my inside, as I force my breath to stay steady. And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother'

the system replied to Quickstep. "Hahaha! Good! Heaven has not forsaken me! I will reap their lives myself!" Quickstep was glad to find that his mortal enemies were still breathing. He has plans on how to let them suffer long and hard before he executes them. Quickstep would let them feel his pain a million times over. "Ant justice is not granted, it must be exacted! Bring me to them!" Quickstep commanded the system. "Affirmative, host," the system responded to Quickstep. He then launched upwards to continue his seeking for those who wronged him. He flew towards the sky and everything appeared tiny below him.

“You’re a goddamn caveman.” “Ivy.” My voice drops an octave. “I’m your goddamn stepdaddy.” Her lips twitch. “Say it.” Her lips twitch. “Say it, or I’ll bend you over that table and make you scream it to the entire fucking city.” She bites her lip. Then finally, she smirks. “…Yes, Stepdaddy.” Fuck. That sound? That title on her tongue? It nearly ends me. To Be Continued...

I woke up the next morning with my panties still sticky from the night before. My body remembered every single second my stepdad's fingers sliding through my wet pussy, the way he called me princess while he rubbed my clit until I came all over his hand. The guilt should’ve eaten me alive. Instead, it mixed with this deep, throbbing need that made me press my face into the pillow and moan softly just thinking about it. He’s your stepdad, Mom’s husband. The words kept repeating in my head, but they only made my pussy clench harder,I was nineteen and already ruined for anyone else. Kyle felt like a distant, pathetic mistake now.

The way her breath felt on my neck. I sped up, gripping tighter. My thumb rubbed over the head with each stroke, spreading the precum that was leaking out. It felt too good. Wrong, but good. "She's your ex-stepdaughter, man. You can't be doing this," I thought, but my hand didn't stop. It moved faster, rougher. I leaned against the sink, eyes closed, picturing her face when she said she was scared. The way she looked at me for safety. My breathing got heavy. I pumped harder, imagining her hand instead of mine, pressing and squeezing just like she did by accident.

The evidence against her was undeniable, and Jayden's pursuit of justice had left no room for doubt. The judge, stern yet impartial, delivered the verdict with a solemn voice. "Stephanie Miller, for the crimes of attempted murder and being caught in the act, you are sentenced to five years of imprisonment." A wave of relief washed over Jayden, his heart finally finding solace in the knowledge that Stephanie would be held accountable for her heinous actions. Justice had prevailed, even if the scars of this ordeal would forever linger.