Breaking Their Precious Little Sister Novels & Stories

Lil’ P reeled out of himself single-mindedly, chewing his food just in time to chime in, “Oh yea, Mommy, she’s like, suuuuuper ugly! Try again at having a new sister, Mom!” Tiffany flicked the boy’s forehead in fury. “Excuse you, mister! She’s your darn sister! Ya ain’t got no rights commenting on her unflattering outlook—only I can do that! You shut that trap of yours and don’t ever say she’s ugly anymore, or so help me, I’ll smite you so hard your baby teeth come off early!” Lil’ P, however, seemed to have grown more and more gutsy as he grew up. Instead of fearing his mother, he simply rolled his eyes at her. “I’m tellin’ the tooth! I want Millie; don’t want Little Sister! She’s super ugl

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Big treasure hurriedly covered his ears as he looked at his daddy with resentment as he muttered “See how you spoilt her? She can’t even handle the truth.” Chris’s features knitted with helplessness as he snorted “Who asked you to tease your sister? Pacify her quickly.” “I didn’t tease her. I was telling the truth.” Chris Jnr muttered cheekily before reaching out to gently wipe little treasure’s tears “Little treasure don’t cry.” “WAH….. big treasure …WAH….wants to steal…WAH….all of ….WAH….little brother’s love…WAH…WAH….” Little treasure cried even harder, speaking disjointedly between her wails.

Open and find your demons. My shaking hands reached for the doorknob. […] Mommy, mommy, mommy — Jessica is crying. I swallow hard and open the door that doesn’t creak, doesn’t make a sound. All I can hear is the voice of my little sister, who is too small to reach our mother’s feet. There’s no longer the conversation of my brothers around me; their voices disappear amid the unbearable scream, the swinging rope, and my desperate footsteps echoing as I throw myself toward them.

Holding hands to each other, the twins went downstairs together. "Little Brother..." Anne broke away from the nanny and stumbled towards Sean, calling and hugging him. Sean reached out his hand and flicked his little sister's forehead, laughing, "Anne, wrong person. I'm Big Brother... This one, this is Little Brother." "..." Anne looked up and struggled to identify. Then she threw herself into Simon's arms and finally burst out, "Little Brother... I could not bear you leaving..." Momentarily, the three children hugged each other and cried.

With their mother's medicine over the years, Grandpa's health was still good, but after all, he was getting old and rarely left the manor. Back home, as soon as the four little boys got out of the car, Hannah ran out. "Big brother, second brother, third brother, Benjamin, you're back!" Hannah shouted in one breath without even taking a breath. She ran to her eldest brother with a smile. "Big brother's arms are warm." Hannah leaned on her eldest brother's shoulder. Mark gently patted her back and asked with a smile, "Hannah, have you been good at home?" "Very good, very good. Yesterday, I accidentally broke Dad's crystal award. Today, I accidentally broke little brother's trophy, and…" Hannah

His touch lingered, his thumb grazing my cheek, and I wrenched my face away, glaring daggers at him. What was he saying!? The tenderness in his voice twisted my stomach into knots. He said the words like he meant them and I was the most priceless treasure he'd ever owned, but the memory of his hand striking me earlier was still fresh, leaving a phantom sting on my skin. "Don't call me that," I murmured. He cocked a brow. "What? Little sister?" A low chuckle. "You were happy to have me as a Brother, Rali. What changed?"

As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back. That was until she died from a drastic accident that changed everything completely, an accident that ruined me completely, and an accident that left me scarred for life. And it had to be all on my birthday! Isn't that classic?

Looking innocently at me, she says, “I need you to make feel better, Sir.” I grin and slowly walk towards her as I pull off my shirt, “Tell me, Precious, what are we going to do when your sister is here visiting?” “Oh, I’m not worried about that, Sir.” “Why not?” I pick up the belt and caress the leather with my hand. “Because, Sir, we will be sleeping in here and can use all these fun toys when she thinks we are sleeping.” Her sly smile lights up the room. My little pain slut sure does enjoy our playroom.

“Tag you’re in!.” “Don’t run, you’re gonna fall!” “Come get me, brother!” She stuck out her tongue at him. “I won’t let you off if I get you.” “Nah!” They ran around the beach house, playing in the water until he got her and spun her around. Her giggles filled the air, her smiles. And her laughter. His little sister. Eve. He didn’t get to say a proper goodbye. *** “Cut…”