Bad Sister Plot Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes, feeling yet another tinge of anger because why is everyone so fixated on the fact that I slapped that jerk and not my own feelings? “He had it coming.” Oh, he has had it coming for a very long time. Boy, did it feel good to slap that stupidly handsome face. I regret nothing. The only regret I feel is that I didn’t wait to see his reaction before bolting out of there. Cassidy stands in the middle of her room, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. “I don’t think you understand how crazy this is. You slapped the school's golden boy!” “I’m sorry, what part of James Sullivan, my royal pain in the ass, is going to be my stepbrother isn’t crazy? That is what you should be freaking o

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

Her mother gave birth to her in her forties and then gave birth to another sister a year later. Hence, there was a big age gap between Madam Fisher and her big sister. Madam Fisher’s elder sister was a workaholic who got married and gave birth late to two daughters consecutively. Perhaps because she was pregnant later in life, her body gradually deteriorated, and many things were left to Madam Fisher to take care of. After tasting the sweetness of power, Madam Fisher became ambitious and wanted to replace her big sister to become the head of the Fishers. Thus, she secretly plotted against her sister’s family to kill them. She also successfully withdrew herself from the situation and framed h

Noticing Bosco's unsettled expression, the reporter nervously offered him a cup of tea. "Mr. Sharp, you could have just sent someone to pick it up. There was no need to come all this way." As he spoke, he clicked on the video. "That poor woman was betrayed by her own twin sister." Bosco's head snapped toward him, his eyes fixing on the reporter with such force that the man stopped in his tracks. "What did you say? Twin sister?" Before the reporter could respond, the video played—this time, in crystal-clear detail. Martha's face filled the screen.

His expression darkened the moment he saw Kylie’s tear-streaked face. “Brother,” Samantha said, her voice trembling on the edge of tears, fists clenched at her sides. “Having an affair is one thing. I won’t interfere with your disgusting fetish since big sis was sensible enough to accept this arrangement. But have some decency. Take your affairs somewhere else. Not inside your marital home.” I rubbed soothing circles on Samantha’s back while Sebastian flinched visibly at his sister’s words, jaw tightening. “Samantha, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” he said coldly. He walked over and gently wiped Kylie’s tears with his thumb, pulling her closer to his side.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

I shook my head in frustration at the memory of that complication. “He was supposed to take you, pretend you were dead and deliver you to me. Here.” My gaze swept around the farmhouse, the beautiful, terrible trap. “But then,” I continued, my voice dripping with bitter irony, looking back at the girl, at the reason for all the recent complications, “my fucking idiopathic brother he had to fall in love.” The sheer absurdity of it, of Damien, the cold, controlled Damien, falling for the target, for the daughter of the woman who destroyed our family it was almost laughable.

So she stood up from the couch and walked towards the door through which the boys went out. "Where are you going? Do you have to poke your silly nose into anything and everything?" Zahir asked from the couch where he was lazily lounging. "The talk happens to be about my little sister, Mr Bad boy. I have every right to poke my nose there. And I just need to be sure that, though he is related to you by blood, he is nothing like you." Emily countered. "Oh darling! Nobody can be like me. That is a universal truth." Zahir said smugly.

"I stole the girl belonging to my younger brother, and I selfishly marked the girl as mine. At that time I never thought that I would fall in love." "At first, I was jealous of Jack and I took everything he loved. To think I was the one who lost my own game." I looked up at the overcast sky, I sighed tiredly. Karma is over, demons and humans can't be together. It's better if Aphrodite and Hyun Ki aren't together in the second season of the novel. The metaphor of the novel title The Bad Son-in-Law sounds so annoying. Alcander stared at me intensely.

It was when the female lead was left alone then the antagonist will appear, not to kill her but to say something stupid, like their plan or something. But my life is not a movie nor a book. I don't know why am I feeling so unlucky lately... "You're finally alone, older sis." "Massie." It was my half-sister. I haven't seen her ever since the gathering where she told such lies to the ladies of the society. To be honest, I already forgot about it because I'm busy dealing with Gavin and the manor. This bitch just picked a wrong time of showing up. "What is it that you want? Isn't enough to scatter my reputation to the social circle?"