The Stepbrother Novels & Stories

, He emphasised the word step sister with a smirk on his face. “Huh”, I became speechless.

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

Lucas asks, jaw tight. I shove my phone in my pocket and rub my temple, preparing myself for the avalanche of emotions I'm about to witness. “That was my stepbrother. Our stepbrother. Mom remarried.” His face goes pale, and I feel my lips curl. That's right, Lucas. You're not the only one who's moving on.

"Late night at the mansion? Or did the 'Step-Sister' role turn out to be more work than you expected?" "I'm not in the mood, Sienna," I said, my voice flat. I jammed my English Lit textbook into my bag. "Oh, I bet you aren't. It’s hard work, isn’t it? Trying to fit into a world where you don’t have a receipt." She stepped closer, her voice dropping so only I could hear. "I saw the way you looked at Roman this morning. It was pathetic. You looked like a stray dog waiting for a scrap." I gripped the edge of my locker door until the metal bit into my palms. "He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him."

OBSESSED WITH MY STEPBROTHER Chapter 2: I Sneak Into My Stepbrother’s Room and Beg Him to Ruin Me I stand outside Kai’s door for what feels like forever, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my clit. This is insane. He’s my stepbrother. The same boy whose house I grew up in before they shipped me away. We share parents now — technically. This is sick. Forbidden. The kind of thing that destroys families.

“Ugh!” Then suddenly a familiar headache struck. [Not content with stealing my family, my position…… you dare to even steal Harper?] The part where William says he was ‘robbed’ by Gabriel came to mind again. ‘What! And his sworn enemy older brother Gabriel was actually not blood-related?! An adoptee trying to take over BK Group by doing such cruel and ruthless things?! Wow, what a crazy dysfunctional family…….’ Then the muttering I had done while reading the novel before came to mind.

Please. 'Damien Anderson was my stepbrother?! How on earth?'

Or maybe I was exaggerating. But I had no idea the man I called my stepbrother would be so angry about it. He wasn’t just mad that I came to his office—he was furious that I introduced myself as his stepsister. And he made that very clear within seconds of me entering. “I’m your stepbrother? Why the fuck would you tell anyone I’m related to a bastard?” he yelled, throwing a paperweight in my direction. It barely missed me but left a huge dent in the wall.

“You're not here for grandfather's memorial service, are you?” He laughed, changing his demeanor into a playful one. “It was just a simple question, bro. Don't take it that far. Of course I'm here for my grandfather's memorial service.” He walked towards the door. “I'll be staying here in the villa until I return. Is that okay with you?” “Of course it is. You are my brother after all.” I replied. My gaze did not leave him till he exited. “Sly fox!” I cursed. Stephen has changed a lot. He is my younger cousin, but is regarded as an illegitimate son of the family. His mother, who is my dad's younger sister, had him out of wedlock.

"Yo! Hold on, Zoe. First of all, I am not a pervert. But if I am, then so are you. You weren't fighting me in that kitchen. You were dripping for me! You loved every second of it." "I hate you!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "And secondly," he continued, dragging out the word with a nasty smirk, "I am not your broooootherrr. I’m your step-brother. There’s no blood, Zoe. Stop acting like we share a DNA strand." "You’re an idiot," I said, my chest heaving. "That’s what you are. A total, complete idiot. Don’t you ever tell me what to do again." "You are under my roof," he reminded me, his voice low and cold. "As long as you’re here, you follow my rules."