Stepson Novels & Stories

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.

he stated with a laugh of contentment. “I’m Sharon, MRS Serena” Sharon introduced herself in a sarcastic but sassy tone which only I understood, and most definitely Serena who will soon be made uncomfortable by Sharon cause I know what she is capable of doing. “Introduce yourself to your stepmom don” my dad urged me. Heaven knows I’m not ranting or doing anything crazy cause the new bride was never an option to be married to my father. Serena was the least I was expecting and because of that, I’ve lost my voice at this table.

his father to discuss his plans for the day before waking her up. "Dad, good morning" he knocked and entered his father's room "My son, how are you, how is Stephanie? I noticed the drama she and Sophie did this morning," he teased. "Father, don't start your teasing now, I came to tell you something about Stephanie and I" he said. "What is it?" his father said. "Error" he started clearing his throat, ,"I want Stephanie and I to go back to school, so I need us to finalize everything we came for, like meeting with our people and the rest" he said. "Sweetie, we don't need to do that anymore, you told me your mother showed up in the dream she had right, that is a very good sign son, your mum app

He offered. “I guess you both had no time for acquaintance.” Laura said, placing a hand on my shoulder, “Stephan, here's your baby's nanny, Scarlett Lawson. Scarlett, Stephan Gray. My middle son.” “Nice to meet you once again, Scarlett." As Stephan smiled directly at me, my heart did a little flip. He looked like he had walked straight out of the pages of a romance novel. His tall, lean figure was tanned and toned, and his features were chiseled and handsome. He had an easy smile and a confident air about him, and I couldn't help but be drawn to him.

In the flesh, in broad daylight, looking devilishly handsome, his lilac long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his arms, showcasing his toned slightly hairy arms. Arms that had held me as I found pleasure I had never experienced before. I could see the confusion on his face transform into shock as we got closer to him, till we stood directly in front of him. "Nivea, meet my son, Zane Westington," Thomas introduced, everything occurring in slow-mo. "Zane, this is your new stepmother, Nivea," Thomas added, as we stood staring at each other, while I watched varied emotions play around golden eyes' face, till it settled on disgust.

I must look a sight with the tear marks on my face, lips swollen from kissing, barefoot, and wearing just a shirt – his shirt, judging from his words. He stepped forward and offered a hand. “I’m Stephan, Devon’s weird cousin, “ He added with a laugh. “If you are just coming from that room –“ He inclined his head in the direction of the room I was just coming from, “that means you’re into the dark art of love-making.” His eyes raked me up and down, lingering on certain parts of my body and making me blush. I suddenly wished Devon was close by, something about his cousin scared me.

In a blink of an eye, Yvonne found herself alone at the door. Before she'd returned to Northerna City, Yvonne had investigated the Anderson family. Philip Anderson had three sons—Charles, William, and Harry. Stephen was the eldest son of Charles Anderson and Diane Robinson; however, he was the second-eldest among his cousins. Soon after he was born, Stephen's mother passed away, and Charles married a famous actress, Camille Sharpe.

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

Joe orders, his icy tone leaving no room for arguments or anything. Jane slaps her foot on the floor and leans down to furiously grab her bag from the bed. Wait, she is actually leaving? Just like that? “Do we have a problem? What happened to…” “Why don’t you ask your stepbrother?" Janie screams in my face, her face now antagonistic. The way the emphasis on the word stepbrother came out is all questionable, drawing me into more of a daze. After a cold glare that left my lungs boiling, she stomps after serving Joe one.

the janitor informed Arthur, who was watching the television in the parlor that Saturday morning, while Nichole was sleeping in the bedroom. Arthur was surprised and frowned his face before he stated, “Let him in at once.” “It is okay, Boss,” the janitor said and inched away. Stephen was a businessman of fifty-five years old and a bachelor who had a son, Tim Princewill, outside wedlock some years ago. The son had been with his mother and hardly visited them. Though, sometimes, he provides for his upkeep the problem was bonding with the son and being stable in his dealings with the son's mother, Ann Princewill. She had been waiting to see if he would have a change of heart towards marriage.