Crazy Sister-in-law Novels & Stories

Alessia turned around to see Clara clapping sarcastically and speaking in a tone dripping with sarcasm. "Ah, what a deep sister-in-law relationship! Oh, wait, you have been abandoned already, just a discarded woman. The title of sister-in-law really doesn't suit you anymore." Alessia's eyes turned cold. She hated trouble, and Clara was like a nuisance fly. If the fly didn't fly around her, she wouldn't bother to pay attention. But if it insisted on sticking to her, she couldn't stand it.

Though she often appears to be soft and easy going but when she gets angry she becomes the devil. " Sorry? Did you just say the word Sorry? After Insulting My Sister-in-law and her race you say sorry? " Her words were like Thunderbolts and sharp Spears to everyone around. ' Sister-in-law? ' The maids and even the butler were completely shocked. Does this mean that The Young lady in the dinning table will be their Young Madam soon? ' I am doomed! ' Lyla cried inwardly, how could she be so stupid to not have realized this fact, never have their Young Miss or sir brought a woman to the house but now they did.

"What's going on?" I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. "Actually, forget it. I don't want to bring it up." "No, please. I want to help." "It's just..." I looked directly into her eyes. "I thought since you have a sister you'd understand what it's like to have someone who can't move on from a past relationship." She considered it. "Rhea had an ex. But she's over him now." "She is?" It slipped out but I caught it. "I mean—how did she manage it?"

I laughed and shook my head, “Lily, come on! I’m going for a professional event, not the club.” She snorted, “I was just joking.” I paused to skimm through the row of clothes in front of me before turning to face her. “Thank you again, Lily, for coming. God, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “It’s nothing, Ava. Anything for you, really,” She smiled, “You’re like a sister to me.” “Well, actually I’ve been meaning to tell you something. It’s been eating me up alive, and not having anyone to talk to is going to drive me crazy, one of these days,” I rambled, not pausing to take a breath.

So my crazy ass life has brought me to this. A mafia queen, a hot as fuck mafia boss about to become my husband in only a few weeks. A few things in my buckle that no manor women should be proud of and most of all a stupid crazy ass extended family to make my rollercoaster ride worth every single stop. But today I am making a special trip on my own.

I wondered who she was referring to . "Sarah, it's not what it looks like," I shook my head, really not knowing what I was supposed to say at this point. Her eyes moved to the television for a split second and she buried her face in her hands, "you were seriously watching a porno movie, Jennifer I don't care if he was with any other woman, but you're my goddamn sister! I really wanted to think it was nothing more than a lie, Jen.. Jeni.." she didn't bother to say more just burst out of the room crying.

Her hair was up in a very messy bun, and when she went to run her hand through it, it wiggled like the whole mass might just fall out. “I know, right? Me, too.” That didn’t help alleviate her confusion. I readjusted on the couch. “Listen, here’s the deal. We both know I need out of there. Mom is driving me crazy, and perhaps more importantly, I’m driving her crazy. And let’s be honest, Liz isn’t exactly a young woman anymore. We don’t want any undue stress on her heart....” “She’s in her early fifties.” My sister’s skepticism was unwavering.

I have no idea who she is or why she is calling my name, but what I am saying is that she is insane and called my name at that age. Micheal Is all well with you? Perhaps we might arrange for you to see a preacher. Or perhaps you've been having a horrible dream about a strange lady the entire time, my mother speculated. Alternatively, the lord may have been apprehended. What a shame he has a crazy wife, my sister interjected.

Like he was waiting to see how far I would go to deny it. My sister laughed softly, completely unaware of the tension suffocating the space between us. “You two are already getting along,” she said, clearly pleased. “That’s good.” Getting along? If only she knew. I forced a small smile, my hands clenched at my sides to stop them from shaking. “I think I should go, I need to freshen up” I said suddenly. Too fast. Too desperate. Both of them noticed. My sister frowned. “Already?” “I’m just… tired.”

I'd just come home from collecting rent when I heard my sister-in-law, Bernice Drummond, talking trash about me behind my back. "Val, look at Randall. He never goes to work. He's got no ambition at all! What's the point of staying with him? Honestly, I know a boss who's easy on the eyes and, more importantly, actually has potential…" Bernice left home to work in Galanor and pulled overtime almost every night. I guessed it bothered her, watching me hang around the apartment all day.