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Dirty Stepbrother
3·Jane MelodyJae sends his stepbrother a shirtless photo by mistake. His manager steals his pay and hits him a lot. His girlfriend humiliates him by posting the photo to the school group chat. The same night, he agrees to strip at his stepfather's club for money he desperately needs. Then his stepbrother Sebastian pulls Jae out of traffic, drives him home, and admits he has been watching him for months. Jae should run. But instead he lets Sebastian clean his wounds. And when Sebastian leans close, Jae does not pull away. Jae did not know the stripping job would bring dangers. He did not know his stepfather might be the reason for his father's death. To survive, he must stop acting like a weak runt and navigate through all of this alone. But can he? Or will he fall for Sebastian, lose his own stand, and cause Sebastian pain as well?
Puck Me, Stepbrother
3.0K·Jane MelodyBryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..