Your Stepdad Novels & Stories

“Meet Steve, your stepdad.” “Stepdad,” I echoed the word sounding sour on my tongue. Impossible. “I know, I know. I didn’t tell you anything about it, but we wanted to keep it quiet,” she said with a smile. “You can help yourself, Carmen. This is your home as much as it’s mine. I’ll go make sure everything is set for you.” Steve kissed Mom on the cheek and walked away. “Stepdad?” I frowned at my mom. “It has to be a joke, a really expensive one. Literally. I can’t believe—”

~Lauren My relationship with my mother was basically non-existent, she shipped me off to Spain for high school and didn't even bother to attend either of my graduations. I could say her dying should be a pass but was it really? Whenever I reached out to her she found new ways to shut me down. When I heard she was married I thought he was the reason she never paid any attention to me but after seeing him with another woman yesterday I am beginning to rethink that thought. “Stepdad.” The word rolls off my tongue smoothly, he was nothing like I expected. When I thought of a stepfather, I thought of an old man with streaks of grey locks or who looked like the fathers of some of the girls at the

My stepfather owned several businesses, held multiple positions, and had offices all over the place. "My office at the company," he clarified. I sighed internally. "Alright. I’ll be there shortly, sir." "You can call me stepdad, you know," he said suddenly. I sighed, "Okay, stepdad. I’ll be there soon." The moment I ended the call, I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Shit." I turned to Maggie, who was standing in the doorway, arms crossed. "I can’t go with Rodrigo tonight, I might have to meet up with them later. My stepfather wants to see me."

“The paternity test confirmed I was his son but the treatment never changed. “ “Even with the results confirming him as a Witts, the elders of the family still looked down on him and his cousins bullied him.” “It doesn't matter, I don't need them.” “After all, I made an entire business empire without their help or network of assets.” “That you did, my friend. But you'll probably have to stop thinking too much about Ashley.” “What about Ashley?” “You're emotionally attached to her. Everyone notices you care too much for your stepdaughter.” “You're not catching feelings for her, are you?” “I don't know what you mean. I think you're all misinterpreting my actions, I'm only trying to be a respon

“Good. I think you will enjoy living here." “Me too, but I miss Greg. Maybe he can come too,” he says, his voice a little quieter. “Is that your friend?” “No, he’s my stepdad. I can’t wait to tell him Mummy found you. He will be so surprised because he thinks you are a ghost,” he giggles innocently. I grip the controller a little too hard, hearing a slight crack as I fight hard to suppress a growl at the mention of another man near my mate. A man my son calls stepdad.

“But who are you?” I had gotten her to speak to me. We had left that phase of her erratic crying and screaming. “Your future step-dad,” a proud smile curved my lips. Estelle would probably lose her mind if she heard this. Her brows furrowed. “A step-dad? Like the one my friend has in school?” “Yeah?” I lifted a brow. She blinked and then slammed her tiny foot to the ground, taking me aback. “No, I only have one daddy!” She turned her face from me, her lips pushed up in a stubborn pout.

I say and he looks at me with eyes dark but not moving, he folds his arms and leans his weight on his hips. “Fuck, Winter, you shouldn't be doing something like this, what will your mom think?“ Kaden, my stepfather says and I shake my head, pressing my hands together to plead. The door opens and Uncle Justin walks in with a smirk, “relax brother, she's just exploring like young ladies her age” Justin says and I almost moan at the tension in the room. “She's my step daughter, and you're her fucking Uncle” Kaden says strictly and Uncle Justin climbs into the bed, staying behind me to present me to his brother…my stepdaddy.

“Aria, hurry. Your stepdad is at home. We’re having breakfast together.” The words stopped me cold. Your stepdad is at home. I had known this moment was coming. Victoria had told me yesterday that he would be here, that I would finally meet the man who had been sending money and existing only as a name. I had prepared myself for a polite stranger, an older businessman, someone distant and formal. I had not prepared myself for the possibility that the universe could be this cruel. I forced my feet to move.

Faye is already flirting with the guys who bought us drinks, swiveling her seat back and forth. I turn her stool around so she faces me, my eyes finally disconnecting from Derek’s. “My dad is here,” I growl. “Your dad? Owen? Isn’t he in jail?” she asks dumbly. Christ. “My step-dad,” I clarify, cocking my head upwards, my eyebrows arched. Her eyes travel up and I don’t need to ask if she saw him, because the minute she does, she exhales loudly like he’d just shoved two fingers into her. I swear she moans a little when she sees him.

"We're leaving. Clean up this mess, and I expect you both at the estate for breakfast at eight sharp." As Arthur dragged me out into the hallway, my legs felt like jelly, my mind spinning with the sheer, taboo insanity of what had just been decided. I was going to be shared. By my step-father and my two step-brothers. But just before we crossed the threshold, I glanced back over my shoulder. Damian was leaning against the ruined desk, watching me with dark, hungry eyes, while Leo stood beside him, his pale gaze fixed entirely on my curves. They weren't looking at each other with hatred anymore. Damian gave a slow, deliberate nod, and Leo returned it with a dark, chilling smile.