Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY SISTER IS A NYMPHOMANIAC : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

THE POINT OF ElodieThe music vibrated through my entire body, a powerful bass resonating deep in my chest. The colorful lights danced across the room in an enchanting chaos, painting fluorescent bursts on the walls and on the moving bodies. I loved this feeling: freedom, euphoria, that moment when nothing else mattered but the intoxication of the night.And as always, Isabella was by my side.— Come on, another round! she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips.I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries.My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light

— Make me forget the night, Arthur.And he didn't wait a second longer.His lips captured mine with fierce intensity, a perfect blend of tenderness and brutality. Every kiss he gave me consumed me a little more, plunging me into that state of surrender I often sought. My fingers slowly glided along his neck, tracing his burning skin, feeling the powerful beat of his pulse beneath my caresses. Arthur responded by pressing his hand against my nape, holding me against him as he deepened our kiss.A delicious shiver ran down my spine. I loved it. I loved the way he knew exactly where to touch, how to graze my skin to make me tremble.He groaned against my lips, his warm breath mingling with mine.— Still so responsive… he murmured with an amused smile.I bit his lip in response, my hips pressed against his body, a burning warmth building between us.— And you, still so impatient… I breathed, brushing my tongue against his ear.He let out a deep laugh, his hands caressing the curve of my b

The journey to the university was quick. The bustling morning streets were crowded with students, hurried workers, and the sound of honking horns echoing in the air. I weaved through the crowd, my bag clutched against me, moving with the confidence of someone who knew this campus by heart. Seven years. Seven years of walking these halls, juggling courses, exams, and projects. Seven years of building my future, fighting to prove I was capable of reaching the top. Today, I was no longer just a student. I was in the final stretch, ready to defend my doctorate in management and accounting. As soon as I entered the main building, I was greeted by familiar faces. Some classmates, professors I had seen for years, juniors who looked at me with admiring glances.— Elodie!I turned around and saw Sarah, one of my closest friends, rushing towards me. Tall, elegant, always impeccably dressed, she exuded confidence and intelligence.— Hi, Sarah.She gave me a radiant smile before glancing at my ou

Chapter 7Samuel's point of viewThe morning got up, and I woke up in a half-sleep, still disoriented by what had happened the day before. My body was still marked by the proximity of Elodie, but I could not put the events back in place, as if something escaped me. I looked at her, silent, dressing. His detached air, almost indifferent, did not help to dissipate the vagueness that surrounded this night. "What happened last night?" I asked him, looking for an answer that did not happen. But she just replied, calm, almost amused: "Nothing, Samuel. Forget, as if nothing had happened."His words left me perplexed, but I did not insist. She had this gift to make me confuse, to leave me with unanswered questions. I got up, looking for my clothes, still under the effect of his gaze. She was already ready and headed for the door. "I'm going to take you away," I say, without really thinking. She accompanied me to my car, her light steps on the still fresh ground of the morning. The sun bare

Chapter 9Samuel's point of viewI park my 4x4 in front of the Élodie building and cut the engine. My fingers nerve the steering wheel nervously while I take a look on my phone. 7:10 p.m. I’m a few minutes ahead, but it’s not worse. Simply dressed-adjusted jeans and a black t-shirt that marries my muscles-I get out of the vehicle and crosses the courtyard to reach the entrance to his apartment. I open the living room door without hitting, as she told me the last time. And there, I stop net. Lying on the sofa, back to me, Élodie wears simple panties and a light top. Her legs are crossed and she seems completely absorbed by the music that resonates in her helmet. I swallow. Shit. Damn, she is ... she is to die for. My gaze slides on the curve of his hips, the delicacy of her waist, the softness of her skin barely covered. My breath cuts a fraction of a second. I have always found Elodie attractive, but there ... There is a fucking torture. His ass was round, I will say that last ni