Breaking Their Precious Little Sister Novels & Stories

He begin to feel disheartened with his situation. And when he leaned to the walls, a sudden memory of his sister came to mind. When they were younger, he caught her messing with the floor underneath her bed. She had to told him to keep it a secret, and to never pry with her stuff or she'll be mad at him forever. He promised that he won't ever mess with her things, however, "I guess I'll have to break that promise right now."

would ever be mended. It was instant. I heard the sound of a blazing siren and buzzes from bees. I thought I heard the sound of glass breaking, but it was the sound of my broken heart shattering into one million micro pieces that couldn't be put back together. "Now, get out of my sight." I hesitated. I looked at the couple before me. That was supposed to be me and Gad. I was supposed to be by his side! Why was it my sister? Why must it be my sister? "Out!" He barked again. Hanola hissed and rolled her eyes. I could see she was getting impatient, but my emotions wouldn't let me be. As I was battling with myself, I receive another stinging slap. I looked up to see my sister's vicious express

Rebecca comes back with a black curled hair little girl wearing a bow, I see a bandage on her middle finger. "So, this is my sister Stella, Stella these are my schoolmate". The little girl doesn't say anything, she stares bluntly at us "she's not a talker". I stand up from the couch and walked close to them, I go on one knee and take Stella's hand "Hello my name is Precious, I love your bow". She still doesn't say anything "Are you okay?". She suddenly points "What are you pointing at?" I turn and to my surprise I see Tommy?

‘Come off it, Vero! I scold myself. My sister and I grew up so well that I can stake my life on the line that she would never betray me. I practically raised her… “Mummy,” Prescott’s tiny voice pulls me away from my deep thought. “Are you hurt?” He murmurs and scrutinizes me as he stares long and hard. It’s hard to ignore little children, especially vibrant ones like himself. “No, hun.” I flash a small smile, and something warm trickles down my cheek.

she didn't bother to say more just burst out of the room crying. "I'm dead, no I'm officially dead, the one time I decide to act on my feelings, I get caught fucking my sister's man, there's no redemption from this, ever, what do I do?" I could only think about my sister as he came up to me. "You need to relax, she was going to find out eventually, I-" I cut him off with a loud slap.

Cassie trudged up the hill with her sisters, the massive packhouse looming before them. The three of them weren’t particularly tall, but they were strong. With thick auburn hair and hazel eyes. Their faces, arms and legs were largely covered in freckles. A gift from so many days spent out in the sun with the rest of the pack. The sun was fading now, as they walked through the main room and up the stairs to their families’ wing of the house. They shared a kind of suite, with three bedrooms branching off of a small sitting room. The large bathroom could accommodate all of them, but there always seemed to be a fight over its use.

"I've said it before, you're like a little sister to me, how can I let my little sister come to a place like this? Come with me now!" Jenny: "Heh, would you sleep with your little sister?" Frank: !!! He stumbled, almost falling. When he looked up, he met Jenny's somewhat distant gaze. She reached out, breaking free from Frank's grip. "Frank, if you don't like me, that's fine, but don't treat me like a fool. I've said it before, I don't want to be your little sister, so stop saying things like that to me in the future." She took a deep breath and said slowly, "What kind of little sister am I to you?"

Only a few machines, powered by their internal batteries, flickered faintly. In the dark, Katie screamed, "Ah! What happened?" "The power's out!" came the nurse's voice. "Ashton! Are you crazy?" Jason's voice was filled with panic and anger. I lay on the ground, gasping for air. The tape over my mouth had loosened from my sweat. I tore it off. Feeling the warm liquid drip from my forehead, I smiled. In the dark, my smile must've looked savage. Crazy? Yes, I was crazy.

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

"Don't worry. I keep my word. As long as you hand the hospital to Liam, you can still be my boyfriend. I'll treat you and Liam the same." Her hand never reached me. Another hand caught hers and pulled it away. A lazy, careless voice came from behind me. "He is your uncle by marriage. Pawing at an elder like that? Did my older brother not teach you any manners?" It looked like a light pull, but Lillian lost her balance and went down in front of the champagne tower. The glasses shattered one after another, drawing everyone's attention. Lillian looked like a drowned rat. Her angry words died in her throat when she saw who was standing in front of her.