Your Stepdad Novels & Stories

I look down. I’ve never actually met my father. My mom won’t tell me his name. I checked my birth certificate and Theodore Sol is listed. That is my stepdad. He was added after he adopted me. Everyone gets quiet and we continue to play. I sure know how to stop a party.

Basketball Star is taking advantage of his teenage stepsister. He didn't deserve that. Plus the world just wouldn't understand what we both have “Yeah, he's not a complete arrogant asshole.” I heard my stepdad laugh from the background… I guess he knew his son. “Don't call your stepbrother okay, it's not nice.” “It's the truth though.” My stepdad said, still laughing. “Not funny, honey.” My mom reprimanded. But her husband didn't stop laughing. I hung up later after a couple of minutes of catching up with my mother, and sighed.

"So..." said Thomas, breaking the silence. "How's your stepdad?" A smirk fell on his lips. "Which stepdad?" I asked nervously. I immediately felt fucking stupid… because I only had one step-dad. But I wasn’t even thinking before speaking anymore. I was just so damn nervous. "You know, the one you saw as a father figure... even though he lives in the dodgiest estate around and sells crack… and has prostitutes living in his house..."

I looked at her, shocked. “Darling, you are only 21. How are you supposed to stay alone in there?” she said. “Mom, I’m 21. Not a kid who can’t live alone,” I tried to justify. “She just cares about you,” my stepdad said. What in the world was this guy? He has no problem taking his wife’s previous marriage's grown daughter into his house? “I will think about it. But for now, I want to go to my house,” I said.

“I didn’t know if you were allowed to receive texts. Doesn’t Daddy check your phone?” “What the fuck, Kye? Like your dad wouldn’t be pissed if he walked in on…“ My eyes flick over to Eric, and I let my sentence drop off. “My dad doesn’t monitor my every move like some kind of bodyguard,” Kye snaps back. “If that’s even your father…” “What?” I exclaim, disbelieving. “He’s my stepdad! What the fuck does that even mean?” “That guy is your stepdad,” he deadpans. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m an asshole. I’ll be an asshole to you all the time either way. But if you care about Calder, and you—if he loves you, then I’ll be an asshole you can always count on. Anyway, we’re pack now regardless. Just, you know. You have my blessing.” Part of me, the asshole part of my own personality, wanted to rib him a little about his awkward and slightly incoherent declaration of family loyalty. And about the fact that I was now his stepdad. Shit, I really was. But that was the Jared who’d had a spleen, right? And besides…there’d be decades to come for me to tease him and get his back up. I could wait and savor his annoyance later. The word ‘stepfather’ would cross my lips for the first time

But it was far from the simple, innocent connection I wanted it to be. He was my mate. The father of my unborn pup. But Alpha Lucien, my stepfather, the man who had claimed me as his own, had just seen us. The kiss. The undeniable spark between Kael and me. A shiver ran through every corner of my body, but it wasn’t from the chill in the air. It was the weight of what that moment meant. “Go to your apartment,” Kael’s voice was low, rough with urgency, as he stepped back from me.

Just this suffocating presence, this wall of a man who’d once carried me upstairs when I fell asleep on the couch and now looked at me like I was something he needed to scrape off his shoe. “I am your stepfather,” he said, each syllable deliberate. “This… entanglement has gone completely off the rails. It has to stop.” He stepped around the desk. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. “This marriage is the best choice,” he continued, voice dropping lower, the way people speak to children who don’t understand. “For you. For me. For this family. Isabella will give you stability. Children. A life that isn’t—” He gestured vaguely between us, the motion sharp. “—this.”

My mom remarried a few months ago, and now there's this new guy in the house, Alex. He's not bad-looking for someone in his forties. Tall, with broad shoulders from whatever gym routine he sticks to, and this deep voice that rumbles when he says good morning, but he's my stepdad now, which makes everything weird. Mom's head over heels for him, always gushing about how stable and charming he is. Me? I try to keep my distance, and we barely talk beyond polite chit-chat at dinner.

She moved toward the stairs gracefully, leaving both Christian and Rose momentarily speechless. As soon as she was gone, I let out a slow breath and turned toward my father. “Maybe if you treated her well, she wouldn’t need to be making appointments with a doctor at all.” Christian’s eyes narrowed. “Hunter, you shouldn’t concern yourself with the affairs of my wife. That’s not your business.” I leaned back in my chair, matching his glare. “It is my business. She’s my stepmother, after all, and I care if she’s being walked over or treated poorly. Wouldn't want you to treat her like you did my mother."