Your Stepdad Novels & Stories

I made it to the front door, turned the lock with shaking fingers and slipped out into the grey morning air before he could catch me. I made it two blocks before my phone buzzed in my pocket. Mom: Hey sweetie, your step-dad is heading that way to pick you up today. He has a meeting near your campus. Be nice to him! Love you. I stopped dead on the sidewalk. Be nice to him. I almost laughed. Mom, if you only knew. If you knew that "nice" wasn't a word in his vocabulary when he looked at me. If you knew that your husband, my step-dad, had his hand down his pants yesterday watching me touch myself.

I yelled, and the little hint of playfulness in his eyes was now gone, leaving only an eerie smile and looks that could probably kill me in a second. “I don’t belong to you, not anymore, not when you’ve just drawn the goddamn line about our relationship, about us. You’re my stepfather, that’s what you are. Also, the person who’s hurting me with every passing second of my life which I gladly want to end, if that would take away all this pain.” I deadpan, sizing him up.

A distant cousin? I watched as a smile tugged at Danny, my step father’s lips, as he watched the interaction between his new wife and the stranger, proving to me that he was perhaps, not a stranger. I had better go say hi! “Your stepdad is so hot in his suit.” My friend let out in a quiet voice beside me and I snarled at her. “That’s my mother’s husband, ew. Keep your nasty comment to yourself!” I huffed out and next, my mother finally noticed me.

That feeling will go away once Mom moves in with my sister. "Hey." I slap the arm of the couch he’s on and that seems enough to bring him back to the present. His eyes find mine and he gives me a small smile that looks almost forced. "Hey. Did she answer?" "Yeah. Um– don’t think she wants to talk to me." I bite the inside of my left cheek as I settle on the second couch, and he nods. "That’s expected. Give her time. It’s not every day your stepfather divorces your mom and you’re moving out the next second. I’m sure she’s pretty shaken."

he started telling me about his story, which I guessed would be about his family? I hadn’t heard any of this story but didn’t miss his choice of words. First, he called him ‘step-dad’, ‘father’, then ‘that man’. Did their relationship end badly? Were they estranged now? Damian hadn’t told me much about his step-dad, but I didn’t think they were estranged. Sometimes he spoke fondly of his step-dad, and this sotry puzzled me, but I didn’t ask him about it yet, I just let him continue telling me about it.

{Kelsie} The silence from my stepdad made me nervous. I pushed my glasses with my fingers as I waited for him to blurt out his thoughts about my relationship with Jason. He is a very nice man but that does not stop him from being strict when he needs to be, and he is very smart. What if he saw a sign that Jason and I are not in a real relationship? That would be very bad. "I have to tell you, Jason" My stepdad started sitting forward. "I am so happy I am going to have you as my son in law"

Till now. "Whatever. I am sure he didn't take it as a big deal." Ashley says, waving off my glare. "Wouldn't that be just as worrisome? Why wouldn't he take it as a big deal? In case you are not fully caught up to the situation yet, he is my stepdad, Ashley. That is not something stepdads and stepdaughters say to each other!" I raise my voice without meaning to. I bite down on my lip in quiet apology to her but I can see her flaring up already.

My mum was not yet back, she had called earlier to inform me that she would be coming back late. I was about to go in when my Stepdad walked in reeking of alcohol. “He must have drawn himself into drinking again.” I muttered to myself. “Have sex with me, I'll keep it a secret.” My Stepdad blurted out, as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and hot body.

. --- Chapter 15: Stranger in the shadow The message on Isla’s phone burned in her mind like a brand. She read it again and again, chest tightening with a rising panic she couldn’t shake. She left more than a will. You’re not the only one she marked. —E That name. Ethan. The man she hadn’t thought about in years. Her mother’s second husband. The almost-stepfather who vanished without a word after the funeral, leaving behind silence thick with unanswered questions.

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?”