Ecchi Sister Novels & Stories

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 don't, I just found out from my vision orb that my bitch of a sister took them to the divine tree and captured all the creatures giving life to the realm, now there is no going back, " her laughter was loud and frightening. Nikkal bowed to her and left her on her throne still laughing. "What a sick psycho!" she exclaimed. Nikkal is one of the youngest of all the witches' sisters, she was a witch and a widow, she had a seven-year daughter at home with her grandmother which she send a letter every time she went on Empusa's various errands. Though she knows if Empusa sees this she will consider it an act of foolishness and weakness still she can't leave her child alone without at least sendin

I questioned. “Basically. My sister and I fought. I thought that during our final fight, she had died. Your Beta’s grandfather himself pronounced her dead. We even buried her. But I shouldn’t be surprised my sister faked her death. That she could trick even a Petridis wolf.” Chiara explained.

Things you can’t fake if you know someone well enough. “That’s my sister,” I say flatly. “That’s Elena.” “I’m sorry?” Bachmann looks confused. “My older sister. Elena Castellano—well, Elena Ashcroft now. That’s her in the video. She’s impersonating me.” “Ms. Castellano, I understand you’re upset, but the woman in this video passed every security measure we have. Fingerprints. Retinal scan. Voice analysis. If this were your sister, those tests would have failed.”

I walked over to them to take their orders when I finally noticed who they were. They called themselves the Blue and Blonde sisters. I knew because we all attended the same school. I just called them the B and B sisters, which stood for Bimbo and Bitchy sisters. They were a group of five friends who all had blonde hair and blue eyes that made them look like quintuplets. I'm not even joking, they practically all looked alike because they even dress the same way. Among them was Cherry Adams, the snobbiest of them all and the apparent leader of their group. Her long blonde hair fell over there shoulder, doing nothing to cover her breasts that were practically pouring out from her dress. She was

A civil, unremarkable, two women standing at the bar conversation. And then Sasha had turned her head so she was looking directly at her. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," Irina had said, with all the cautiousness of a person who had learned the exact answer. This question, coming from this person, never ended well. "How does it feel?" Sasha had said. " Wearing your sister's life." The words were sharp and precise and so completely on target they must have been stored somewhere warm and dry for just such an occasion.

With a flip of her hair, Chelsea stormed away. I growled at her back, but Ami put a hand on my shoulder. “Nicely done. I’ve been wanting to expose her bullshit for over a year!” I looked at Ami with curiosity. “My sister and cousin Rushed with you last year, remember?” I had to think for a hot minute. Finally, I remember Ami being super excited around two girls my age. “What happened to them? Why weren’t they accepted?”

I will never forget how my life changed after my sister left. At the start, they kept me from school before sending me to work at a construction site. When I came back, they made me eat scraps meant for the dog at the doorstep. I cried as I ate, feeling nothing but grievance in my heart. "Does it hurt?” Mom had taunted. “But did you suffer as much as your sister did? She was burned alive in that fire! She was only 19, and in the prime of her life!" Dad was standing beside her, equally furious. "Scott, if you hadn’t insisted on going out to buy figurines, your sister wouldn’t have died. I wish it was you who had died back then!"

It had been many years into the marriage when I finally learned about the truth. It turned out that my mother, Erica Jones, had drugged me on my wedding day and let my sister take my place at the ceremony simply because my sister also liked my fiancé. My breathing grew rapid. Back then, Mom told me that I had suddenly fainted during the wedding. So that my fiancé wasn't suddenly left at the altar, she had no choice but to let my twin sister, Diana Halliwell, marry him in my stead!

He didn’t know what it was about the little innocent Bianchi, he didn’t even know Elena had a younger sister until she approached him. She was the Bianchi’s best kept secret and he could see why. She was so tiny and beautiful. Her skin was pale, like she’s never seen sunlight in her entire life. Her eyes were dark brown, her gaze was curious mixed with something he didn’t know what though, he’d soon find out. Her dark hair was tied to the back, with two pieces the thinks his sister called money pieces. Alice was always trying to teach him more about women, but he didn’t give a shit. He only pretended to listen for her benefit. He loved his little sister, ten years his junior and the same age