Novel & Cerita Don T Mess With My Sister

she muttered, then handed me back the phone. Kade cleared his throat. “I gotta go. Send me updates. And August, watch your sister. Don't let her do dumb shit again like answering burner calls.” For some reason, referring to Dona as my sister irked me. "Don't call her my sister!" “She’s sitting right here, you know!” Dona snapped. “Good!” Kade replied. “Then she heard me.” The line went dead, and the silence that followed was deafening. Dona was the first to break it.

“Brother Donnie, Thought I can't compare with my elder sister, but why can't I compare with that shameless girl inside your paint house?” I conceded defeat if compared to my sister, but the rural girl from Sicily wants to climb over my head? Never. She thought. She saw that Adonis was not saying anything so she decided to act along. Still sitting on the floor she smirks and decided to cry. “Brother Donnie, I... Sprained my ankle,” she cries bitterly. Adonis turn in shock and carried her up. “You...” She looks deep into Adonis's eyes. “Brother Donnie, will I be like my sister?”

I am done with being treated like a little girl. "YOU KILLED MY SISTER!"

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

I opened the door and walked out and faced the reporters. “Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.”

Clara’s hands began to shake. Another message appeared beneath it. I can still feel your hands on me. The phone nearly slipped from Clara’s fingers. Her breathing became uneven. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. This was proof. Clara leaned against the counter as a wave of dizziness hit her. Her own sister. Her own sister had written those words. Tears blurred Clara’s vision, but she forced herself to keep reading. Another message appeared. Tomorrow night. Same place. Clara stared at the words for a long time.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

I hate Moving! Whatever it is to me being a human or stone. Nothing will change. Sigh~ I somehow climb the Everest-like Staircase and walk towards my sister's room. I bought one extra ticket knowing that someone would join her. However, as I step before the door. My heart skips a beat. My body freezes while tears gather around my eyes. I hear my sister and mother's conversation... " Don't worry. She will return home soon. The interview is cancelled! He just confirmed me!" my sister said...

“What is it? You can talk to me about it if you don’t mind.” “Oh its nothing serious, I just have to meet a really hateful person that I knew from before,” she said her voice consisting of an evil streak that made me afraid for whoever it was that had pissed her off. She usually seemed quite poised but it was in these occasions that made me realize that she was also a part of the mafia and the sister of the Don himself. Underestimating her would be clear foolishness.