Novel & Cerita Diapered By Sister

When Zack Fleming gets a tiny scrape on his arm, my wife, Melanie Perry, who loves money more than anything else in the world, rejects a business partnership that's worth hundreds of millions of dollars. She then forces my sister, Cindy Sherwood, to donate a large amount of blood to Zack, despite knowing that Cindy has a heart condition. I immediately call Melanie to demand answers. "We only took a few drops of blood from her," she says nonchalantly. "Why are you making a fuss? Besides, Cindy's tough. She'll be fine. But Zack's different. He's the company's lucky star, so nothing must happen to him. "Business has been improving by the day ever since he joined the company. Everything tha

I haven’t said anything else. Something tugs at my dress, and I look down. Diana is clutching the long fabric that falls loosely from my hips to my ankles, dirtying my pretty dress. — Sister, please. — I’m your family. Don’t you feel any mercy? — Her pitiful expression fails to convince me.

Mia had seen her sister, touched her, and even hugged her in a way she had not in months. Mia had so many things to say to her baby sister, but it was not the right time. And her sister also had a lot to say to her, most of which she was not supposed to. When Diane had seen the light and had almost been sent to the other side, she had survived on a condition. A condition that now held her in a position where she knew the truth but no longer had the luxury to say it.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

"Where do I even start, Di? I walked into his penthouse with the dress and the champagne, ready to celebrate finishing it. Then I heard him say her name. Ava. My sister… In his bed." Diana shifted so she could face me better, her leopard print scarf from last night still wrapped around her neck even with the sweats. "Your sister Ava? The twenty-four-year-old who posts those filtered selfies and calls herself the family star? Damn. How long has this been going on?"

Then her sister stepped out, dressed like she'd walked off a magazine cover, smiling like the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened at all. She crossed the courtyard straight toward Eva, heels striking stone. "You look terrible," she said, pulling off the sunglasses. "You disappeared. The wedding—" I had ---" "I know what you had to do." Her gaze dropped to Eva's hand. To the ring. "Give it back." Before Eva could answer, her sister lunged — quick, sharp, fingers closing around Eva's hand, trying to twist the ring loose right there on her finger. "Stop—" Eva yanked her hand back so hard she stumbled against the wall. "What is wrong with you?"

A faceless man, hidden in shadow, completely naked with his length in his hand. I feel hot in a way I never really felt before. Maybe it's just because I came of age and now I'm more capable of feeling things like this just from simple thoughts. Perhaps it also had to do with the fact that I just met my mate last night, and I have heard him do something with my sister which I would have been forbidden to even hear about before. Either way, I shake my head to get rid of the image. "You're a fucking pervert," I spit out. "You are not going to get anything from me. Do you understand?"

Tiffany Have you ever wondered what it was like to be dipped in a vat of boiling acid and then wrung out to dry, specifically being squeezed of every ounce of life, allowing the acid to, in some ways, do more damage to your skin than ever before? That was me. That was me, I thought to myself again. She had done this. My sister. Except—kidding? We weren’t even related by blood. The only ties we held together were water, and just like it was said, blood was thicker than water.

She made a show of slipping the ring off while saying, in a voice dripping with provocation, "You've really lucked out to have married such a wonderful husband, Phoebe. Mateo is such a thoughtful and attentive man." I scoffed inwardly. Mateo had always maintained the reputation of a devoted and considerate man, a model of what a husband should be. Yet this "paragon of virtue" had impregnated his own sister-in-law. Lily tugged at the wedding ring several times, her efforts only succeeding in making her finger red and swollen. She choked back a sob, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can't take this off, and it hurts so much, Mateo."

everyone agreed and went my fuggie didnt left my shirt even in her sleep so i sat in her bed made her head rest on lap I never thought of seeing my sister in this state she is a carefree girl she used to be happy always she wishes everyone's happiness but why my sister is not getting happiness in her own life now my heart is breaking by seeing her tears I need to find the truth as soon as possible I cant let my little sister to hurt more