Don T Mess With My Sister Novels & Stories

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

"All of this was supposed to be mine! She's nothing but trash! I'm the one born for greatness!" Without hesitation, I grabbed her and slapped her twice. "Agnes Turner, if I find out you did anything to my sister, I swear I'll make you pay. You'll spend the rest of your life suffering!" Clutching her cheek, Agnes hid behind Susan. "Help me, Aunt Susan." "What are you all standing around for? Get them!" Susan barked, her body trembling uncontrollably with rage. Before anyone could react, the doors swung open again. "Let's see who dares lay a hand on Ms. Prescott!"

"Elena!" A gut-wrenching scream cut through the street noise. I turned my head. A walking corpse knelt ten meters away, held back by three of my bodyguards. Matted hair. Sunken cheeks. The dark, bruised eyes of a junkie. It was Bella. "Elena!" she struggled, trying to get to me. "Look at me! Look at what I've become!" I watched her, my face a blank mask. "I don't know you." "You don't know me?" Bella let out a sharp, cawing laugh. "Elena, I'm your sister! Your beloved Bella!"

And if anyone else tried to test me today… well, they’d get the same treatment. Peace, for once, wasn’t an illusion. It was mine. I leaned against my desk, exhaling slowly, trying to shake off the tension. Some people really didn’t know when to quit, and some sisters… well, they really needed a reminder that their brother wasn’t up for games. Barely five minutes later, my office door burst open and there she was—my sister, in full dramatic glory. “What the hell was that?” she demanded, slamming the door behind her.

I stopped in the doorway. Across the street, under the glow of a streetlamp, a sleek black car was parked perfectly. And there, standing with his back against the car door, was Aaric Bernardi. I took a deep breath before stepping forward. I inhaled deeply before finally speaking. “You should call Mellan.” Aaric, focused on driving, only furrowed his brows slightly, as if I had just said something absurd. “Why?” I glanced at him, trying to keep my tone steady. “Because she’s my sister. And she’s your fiancée.”

I want to wake up now. "Do you know her, Jasper? Oh, hang on, you are the temporary reliever of Amalia, right? You are the sister." She stood up. "I'm Donna, and this is my fiance Jasper." Donna extended her hand, smiling at me. I want to scream, yell at him, and slap his face. But I can't. I don't want to create a scandal inside my sister's workplace. My sister loved her job, and everyone respected her. I have no right to taint my sister's name.

The same sister who’s an actress? Shit . . . “Marco Antonio,” Norman says, “I see you’ve met my sister Madonna.” “I sure did.” I glare ahead, refusing to give her the pleasure of my eyes on her again. One fucking shot and I’m about to blow it because the owners’ little sister decided to go on a rampage. “Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath. Curiosity killed the cat, so like a fool I glance over to see her struggling to restrain the left side of her mouth from pulling into a full smile. I say, “But we hadn’t quite gotten around to the introductions.”

Danny pov My sister's happiness matters to me a lot even though most of the time I love to annoy her but I don’t let anyone else harm her, that is what a protecting brother will do anyway. We heard a lot of noise coming from the inside and that was when I and Jasper decide to check. On getting inside I saw my sister on top of a lady punching her face, I didn’t even know my sister can fight like that.

This guy is a total garbage. "You can't tell me what to do! Your sister has a deal with me and she will abide by the rules or I will sue her.!" He still fought back. I frowned, looking at my sister. She looked at me apologetic and pleading. "I don't care!. As long as I am here she will abide by my rules, not your fucking rules. Whatever your rules are, I know it is absurd like you used to!" I retorted, but he still fights back. What the hell! He has the goddamn balls to really make me pissed.

my sister chipped in as I rolled my eyes, if only she knows I'm still keeping my cool because of her. "Jamaima I want this bitch out of my house this minute" I said as she gradually stood up and left the garden and my sister ran after her. I tried to control my anger and my attention was drawn to the new girl again. "....and who are you?" I tried to sound normal but my voice betrayed me which obviously bestowed fear on the poor girl. "Big bro why are you doing this?" My sister asked while walking angrily into the garden. "Look who we have here" Jaden suddenly shouted as there was an uproar, I smiled widely at the sight of the Don himself.