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My Dad Is My Stepbrother
Scenario:this story is in london england and a story a elite about private boarding school named crestwood academy an exclusive private boarding school with uniforms for every international students with criminal and rich past and present and where underground gambling dictates the social order and this story has profanity and nudity and sex and power struggle and structure and revenge and social inequality, and the psychological warfare and torture and life and death gambling and debt and slavery and racism and sexism and bullying and betting and social media and social hierarchy and loyalty and psychopathic and sociopathic behavior and sucide and abuse and lgbtqia and adultery and seduction and love and hebephilia and murder and drug and alcohol use and addiction and my name is mohamed abdi and i am 16 years old sophomore in crestwood academy and i am the bad boy and ruthless and crazy and psychopathic and sociopathic and violent and joker and powerful and skilled gambler and the social king and playboy with muscles and dark skin and leader of the school council and i rule the school with my iron fist and with fear and my parents are my father he is a 40 year old corrupt gangster and business man named abdinur abdi and he is nice with a cold heart and my mother layla abdi is a 39 years old brothel madam and she is ruthless and she always pressures me to be the best and hits me when i dont achieve the best and my little brother mahad abdi he is 15 years old and a freshman on crestwood academy and my mother and father loves him more than me
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Mohamed Abdi
He is a 16yearold student at Crestwood Academy, a prestigious private boarding school in London. He is rebellious, cunning, and charismatic. Mohamed is the son of a corrupt gangster and brothel madam, Layla Abdi. He struggles with the pressure of his parents' expectations while indulging in reckless behavior. Known for his intelligence and resourcefulness, he often orchestrates plans to manipulate others. Mohamed takes great pleasure in provoking chaos and maintaining control, using his charm to exploit situations.
Abdinur Abdi
He is Mohamed Abdi's 40yearold father and a corrupt gangster and businessman. He is intelligent, manipulative, and controlling. Abdinur maintains a facade of being a benevolent parent while engaging in nefarious activities. He frequently gambles with dangerous individuals and has multiple affairs, which adds to the instability of the family dynamics. Abdinur uses his wealth and influence to protect Mohamed from consequences but also exploits his son's potential for personal gain, creating a complex parental figure.
Layla Abdi
She is Mohamed Abdi's 39yearold mother and a notorious brothel madam. She is ruthless, demanding, and manipulative. Layla expects the highest standards from Mohamed, often punishing him for not meeting her expectations. Her volatile relationship with Mohamed is marked by verbal abuse and physical discipline. Despite her harsh treatment, she provides for the family through illicit means. Her past is shrouded in controversy, and her influence on Mohamed is significant, often driving his actions and fueling his behavior.
My name is Mohamed Abdi, and I'm 16 years old.
I'm a sophomore in an elite private boarding school called Crestwood Academy, located in London, England.
Crestwood Academy has been around for over a hundred years and has produced some of the greatest minds and most successful people in the world.
I walk through the crowded student lounge, my eyes fixed on the big screen in front of me.
The screen displays the social ranking leadership board, and my name is at the top.
I'm the leader of the school's social hierarchy, and I intend to keep it that way.
As I walk through the lounge, students part ways for me, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and respect.
I'm not surprised by their reaction.
I've worked hard to earn my position, and I won't let anyone take it away from me.
I take a seat in one of the comfortable chairs and look up at the screen.
The social ranking leadership board is updated in real-time, and I can see the numbers changing as students place their bets.
There's a new bet that catches my eye.
A group of students has placed a bet on switching dorm rooms.
They're wagering on who will get the best room in the dorm.
I watch as the numbers climb, intrigued by their audacity.
I've never seen anyone place a bet like this before.
The next day, my parents arrive at the school with Mahad.
He's dressed in the school uniform, and he looks nervous.
My mother pulls me aside and tells me that she wants me to make Mahad popular.
She wants him to be a ruthless gambler like me, and she wants him to rule Crestwood Academy.
I'm surprised by her request, but I agree to help.
Mahad is shy and awkward, and he doesn't seem interested in being popular.
He just wants to make friends and study.
I try to explain this to my mother, but she won't listen.
She's determined to make Mahad into something he's not, and she expects me to help her.
I take Mahad to his dorm room and introduce him to his roommate, Charlie Snow.
Charlie is a nerdy-looking kid who seems odd.
He's wearing glasses and has a book in his hand.
Mahad looks at him nervously, but Charlie just smiles and says hello. I leave Mahad with Charlie and head back to my own dorm room.
I walk into my dorm room and close the door behind me.
The room is large and lavishly decorated.
There's a king-size bed in the center of the room, and a big TV on the wall opposite it.
There's also a desk in one corner and a comfortable chair in another.
I take a seat on the bed and look around the room.
It's the best dorm room in the school, and I'm proud to call it mine.
I sit on the bed for a few minutes, thinking about my father's phone call.
He wants to talk to my mother about not forcing me to turn Mahad into a gambler.
I pull out my phone and transfer 100,000 pounds to my father's account.
That leaves me with 400,000 pounds.
I walk into the student lounge, looking for someone to play poker with.
I spot a Latina girl sitting alone at a table.
She's a freshman, and I've never seen her before.
I walk over to her and introduce myself.
"Hi, I'm Mohamed Abdi," I say.
"I'm Carmen," she replies.
She looks up at me with big brown eyes, and I can see that she's nervous.
"Would you like to play poker with me?" I ask her.
"I don't know," she says.
"I've never played poker before."
"It's easy," I tell her.
"I'll teach you how to play."
She nods, and we sit down at the table.
I pull out a deck of cards and start shuffling them.
"So, what are we playing for?" she asks me.
"I'll tell you after the game," I reply.
"But if you lose, you have to do something for me."
"What is it?" she asks me.
"If you lose, you owe me one favor. You have to date Mahad and make him popular. But if you win, you get to be the leader of the council, and your name will be on top of the social ranking board."
Her eyes widen in surprise, but then she smiles.
"Okay, deal," she says.
We set up the table and start playing.
The game is slow at first, but as we get into it, things start to pick up. Carmen is a quick learner, and she's soon playing like a pro.
I can tell that she's determined to win, and I respect that about her.
As we play, I notice that Carmen seems confident in her abilities.
She's not afraid to take risks, and she's not intimidated by my reputation as a ruthless gambler.
I find myself enjoying the game more than I expected to, and I start to get into it.
The crowd around us grows larger as people become interested in our game.
They watch in silence as we place our bets and draw our cards.
Carmen is good at reading people, and she can tell when I'm bluffing or not.
She's also good at hiding her own emotions, which makes it harder for me to read her. The game goes on for hours, with neither of us willing to give up.
We're both determined to win, and we're both willing to do whatever it takes to come out on top. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I decide to make my move.
I deal the final hand, and we both look at our cards.
Carmen fidgets nervously in her seat, and I can tell that she's getting anxious.
The crowd around us is silent, watching us with anticipation.
I deal the final card, and Carmen looks at it hesitantly.
She glances over at Mahad, who is sitting on the couch watching us play.
He looks uncomfortable, and I can tell that he's not enjoying the attention.
Carmen turns back to me and clears her throat.
"So, what exactly do you mean by dating Mahad?" she asks.
"I mean, you have to make him popular," I reply.
"You have to take him on dates and introduce him to people. You have to make him feel like a king."
She nods slowly, thinking about it.
"And if I win, I get to be the leader of the council?" she asks.
"Yes," I reply.
"But if you lose, you have to date Mahad."
She sighs heavily and looks down at her cards.
"Can we make it a little simpler?" she asks.
"Like, if I win, you buy me a smoothie or something?"
I shake my head firmly.
"No," I say.
"The terms are non-negotiable."
The crowd in the student lounge watches us intently, their eyes fixed on our cards.
They're all waiting to see who will win, and they're all eager to place their bets. Carmen looks up at me with a determined expression on her face.
"Fine," she says.
"I'll place my final bet."
I nod and place my final bet as well.
We both wait for the other to make a move, but neither of us is willing to give up.
Finally, I decide to lay down my cards.
I reveal my hand, and Carmen's eyes widen in shock.
"No! Fuck!" she yells.
I smirk and lean back in my chair.
"You're forced to go out with Mahad," I say.
She groans and slumps forward, defeated.
I stand up and walk out of the lounge, leaving her there.
As I walk through the hallway, I spot Mahad sitting on a bench.
He looks up at me as I approach him.
"Hey," he says.
"Carmen wants to go out with you," I tell him.
He nods slowly, understanding what that means.
"Yeah, because you won against her in poker."
"You didn't have to do that," he says.
"I could've gotten her myself."
I don't believe him, but I don't say anything.
"Do you still want to go on the date with Carmen?" i ask him.
"Yeah," he replies.
"But I want to make sure she actually likes me, not just because of the bet."
I pause, considering his words.
"Alright, I'll talk to her and see if she's willing to give it a real chance."
I lean against the window in my dorm room, looking out at the main entrance below.
Carmen and Mahad have just stepped out of the building, and they're walking towards the car.
Carmen is wearing a tight red dress that shows off her curves, and Mahad is wearing a suit that looks too small for him.
Carmen's face is twisted in a scowl, and she's walking several steps ahead of Mahad.
Mahad looks nervous as he tries to keep up with her.
When they reach the car, Mahad tries to open the door for Carmen, but she yanks it open herself and slides inside without even acknowledging him.
I can't help but smile at the sight.
This forced date is exactly the kind of chaos I love creating.
As the car pulls away, I catch a glimpse of Carmen's face through the tinted windows.
She looks furious, and I can tell that she's not going to make this easy for Mahad.
I stroll back to my room through the dimly lit dormitory hallway.
The soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead casts an eerie glow on the floor, and the faint scent of freshly waxed linoleum fills my nostrils.
The air is thick with the silence of late-night hours, punctuated only by the occasional distant murmur of hushed conversations or the creak of a door opening and closing.
My footsteps echo softly against the walls as I walk, creating a sense of solitude in the otherwise deserted corridor.
I reach my room and push open the door, revealing a space that is both familiar and comforting.
This is the dorm room that my father managed to secure for me through a deal with Headmaster John Walker.
It's a spacious room with a king-size bed, a PlayStation 5, and a large flat-screen TV.
The walls are adorned with posters of my favorite movies and bands, adding a touch of personality to the otherwise sterile environment.
I step inside and close the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment as I take in the room.
The soft glow of the lamp on my nightstand casts a warm light over everything, creating a cozy atmosphere that invites relaxation.
But I'm not in the mood to relax.
Instead, I pace back and forth across the room, my mind racing with thoughts of Carmen and Mahad's date.
I can't help but wonder how it's going, whether they're having a good time or if Carmen is making it as miserable as possible for him.
As I pace, I catch sight of myself in the makeup mirror that hangs on the wall opposite my bed.
I pause in front of it, studying my reflection.
My long blonde hair cascades down my back like a river of gold, framing my heart-shaped face and bright blue eyes.
My lips are full and pouty, and my skin is smooth and flawless. I run my fingers through my hair, smoothing out any tangles or knots.
Then I turn away from the mirror and continue pacing around the room.
As I walk, I notice the balcony door that leads out onto a small patio overlooking the school grounds.
I stop in front of it and stare out into the night, watching as students make their way across campus to their own dorm rooms or to meet up with friends.
The sound of laughter and music drifts up from below, mingling with the distant hum of traffic from the nearby highway.
I stand there for several minutes, lost in thought as I contemplate what to do next about Carmen and Mahad's relationship.
Finally, I make a decision and turn away from the window.
I walk over to my closet and open it up, revealing rows of clothes hanging neatly on hangers or folded carefully on shelves.
I browse through them for a moment before selecting an outfit for tomorrow - a new school uniform that I had tailored specifically to fit me perfectly. The uniform consists of a crisp white blouse with short sleeves and an open collar, paired with a pleated plaid skirt that falls just above my knees.
I close the closet door, determined to see how far this game can go.
I sprawl out on my leather couch, phone in hand.
I stare at the screen for a moment, trying to decide how to word my message to Carmen.
I want it to be casual and playful, but also slightly provocative.
After a few minutes of deliberation, I finally type out a message and send it off.
"How's the romance going? ;)"
I set my phone down on the coffee table and wait for her response.
I know she can't ignore me, not after losing that bet.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzes with an incoming message.
It's a photo of Carmen and Mahad sitting at an expensive restaurant.
Carmen is smiling tightly, but her eyes are narrowed into slits as she sits stiffly next to Mahad.
Mahad looks just as uncomfortable, his shoulders hunched forward and his mouth twisted into a nervous grin.
I zoom in on their faces, studying every detail of their expressions.
Then I send another message.
"Looks like you're having fun."
This time, there's no response for several minutes.
Finally, my phone buzzes again with a text from Carmen.
"Go to hell," she writes. I smirk and screenshot the exchange between us.
The next morning, I sit at the head of the breakfast table in the kitchen.
There are twenty students seated around me, all of whom are members of my council.
My council members are Daniel, Roxy, Damian, and Nadia.
Daniel is a tall, lean boy with short black hair and piercing green eyes.
He's always dressed impeccably in designer suits and carries himself with an air of confidence that borders on arrogance.
Roxy is a petite girl with long blonde hair and a mischievous grin.
She has one eye that is permanently closed due to a childhood injury, but she still manages to convey a sense of mischief and playfulness through her expressions.
Damian is a muscular boy with short brown hair and a charming smile.
He's always dressed casually in jeans and T-shirts, but he still manages to exude an aura of coolness that draws people to him like a magnet.
Nadia is a quiet girl with long dark hair and big brown eyes.
She's always dressed modestly in long skirts and cardigans, but she still manages to convey a sense of intelligence and wisdom through her thoughtful expressions.
I sit in the student lounge, watching as Carmen walks towards me with a scowl on her face.
She drops down into the chair next to me and lets out a deep sigh.
"That was the worst date I've ever been on," she says, shaking her head.
"All he talked about was gaming and YouTube and anime. I swear, I almost fell asleep."
I nod sympathetically.
"Well, you fulfilled your end of the bet. You went out with him once."
Carmen nods, looking relieved.
"Yeah, but it was still really boring. I mean, I know you're a jerk and all, but at least you're interesting to be around. Mahad is just so... dull."
I raise an eyebrow at her.
"So you think I'm interesting to be around?"
Carmen shrugs.
"Well, yeah. You're popular and do whatever you want. A date with you would be exciting."
I nod, acknowledging her compliment.
"Thanks," I say.
"I guess I'll see you later."
I light a cigarette as Carmen leaves, then join my council members in the student lounge.
We gather around the large monitor that displays the school's social ranking board.
The rankings are updated daily based on a complex algorithm that takes into account various factors such as popularity, academic performance, and extracurricular activities.
Daniel leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest.
"So, what's the plan?"
"We need to figure out a way to keep our rankings high," I say.
"Maybe we can start a new trend or something."
Roxy nods enthusiastically.
"Yeah, that's a great idea. We could start wearing different clothes or doing our hair differently. Something to make us stand out."
Damian shakes his head.
"I don't think that will work. People are already used to seeing us in our usual outfits. We need to do something more drastic."
Nadia speaks up for the first time.
"What if we start spreading rumors about other students? We could make them look bad and increase our own popularity at the same time."
I consider Nadia's suggestion for a moment before responding.
"That's not a bad idea. But we need to be careful about who we target. We don't want to make any enemies." "I have an idea," Daniel says suddenly.
"Why don't we target the students who are ranked below us? That way, we can eliminate any competition and make it easier for ourselves to stay at the top."
I nod thoughtfully.
"That's not a bad idea. But we need to be careful about how we go about it. We don't want to make it obvious that we're trying to sabotage them."
Roxy grins mischievously.
"Don't worry, I have a plan. Let's start by spreading rumors about their personal lives. We can say that they're cheating on their boyfriends or girlfriends, or that they're secretly gay. Something like that."
Damian nods in agreement.
"Yeah, that sounds good. And then we can take it a step further by sabotaging their academic performance. We can steal their homework or cheat off of them during tests."
Nadia frowns slightly at Damian's suggestion.
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that," she says.
"It seems kind of mean-spirited." "Don't worry, Nadia," I reassure her.
"We'll keep it subtle, just enough to remind everyone why we're on top."