Futa Sister Novels & Stories

Hard to miss or forget. "You're just jealous because Daniel was staring at her all night," another woman replied. That sounds like Ficanzi, Nicholas' younger sister. She's close to my age, maybe a little younger, with light brown hair and eyes. I've only spoken to her once, but she seems nice. "I don't care what Daniel does. I already have Theo," Kianna replied. I heard a rustling sound like someone digging through their wallet, then silence, probably putting makeup back on. "They killed her boyfriend for taking her away, did you know? A guy from Moscow."

"Shut up! What other woman? Felicia is your sister!" Emma sneered lightly, "Sister? She is a celestial beauty, the eldest daughter of Beta Henry's family, a cloud in the sky. And what am I? I am just a lowly daughter of Beta Henry, a misfortune that even my father doesn't care about, dirt on the ground! If she truly sees me as her sister, how could she snatch away my husband and the Crown Prince position from my son!"

she said, with the specific acceptance of a child filing information and moving on. She looked back at Irina. Still crouched. Still eye level. "My mummy talked about you," Zara said. Irina went very still. "She did?" she said carefully. "She told me about you," Zara said. "She said you were her sister. She said—" Zara paused. Thinking. The specific concentration of a child recalling something they'd been told and wanting to get it right. "She said you were the person who always showed up." The arrivals hall went quiet.

My sister won't breathe a word; she's always been like that. I focus on washing the dishes, placing the plates and utensils in their rightful places. Finally, I'm finished. I hear the sound of laughter coming from the living room, my sister's voice booming above the rest. Sarah is always at her happiest and loudest when she is with Aiden and Bryan, especially with Aiden. It is not surprising. Of course, Aiden is her best friend. That is why I don't want anything to do with Aiden anymore. I don't want to be the one to ruin their friendship. Fuck how I feel about Blacksmith.

she sobbed, “My precious girl. My Precious girl - what they did to her was so horrible.” “What did she do to her?” “Sue was butchered! Like some animal. Her body parts scattered all over the place.” She broke down into another fit of subs and I froze at her words. Who would do that? And why would it be my sister? Why Thalia? I wanted to ask more questions, but my mother was already too shaken up to talk. And honestly my head was a mess - as confusion, pain and fear wrecked through my mind. I held my mum tightly as we both sat down there crying into each other's neck.

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

I say not wanting to be called luna when I don’t deserve the title “Please just call me Ferrah” “Ferrah, I’m Hannah this dumbasses sister and the smartest out of the siblings” she interduces making me almost want to laugh at her wit and joking nature. “Please get back in the bed and make yourself comfortable, and eat as much of this as you can or ill have to hear it from Carter” she rolls her eyes and hand the tray to the man then walks over to the bed and pulls back the covers and waits for me to slide back onto the bed before covering me back up.

"Kellan, she's now my sister-in-law, so you shouldn't call her Miss Forger anymore." Kellan Lutz blushed slightly at calling a younger girl "sister-in-law"... After all, they were still in the getting-to-know-each-other phase and had yet to receive approval from both families. "Well, this isn't the Desmond household. You can call me whatever you want," Fiona Forger casually waved her hand and sat down with Cherry. Kellan Lutz was genuinely meticulous. Seeing them sitting down, he went to the kitchen and brought them cold towels. When the fruit plate was almost empty, he promptly replenished it.

Valentina said after a while. "I'm okay. You just reminded me of my sister. It happens a lot when I'm with you because you're so sweet," I said, wiping my tears. Valentina wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. "Oh, sweetheart, I can't replace your sister, but I'll make sure you don't feel like you don't have one, and I'm sure she's out there somewhere looking for you too." I hope so too, I thought. "You know what's a great benefit of being a Faerie is, Sophia? We are really good at making braids," Valentina said, and I laughed.

Two senior sentries from the border guard hovered in the shadows behind him, their hands resting cautiously on the hilts of their sidearms. "I hear the whispers sweeping through the lower barracks," my uncle spat, his grey eyes cutting straight to me, burning with betrayal. "You are deliberately planning to walk straight into Ferguson territory, unescorted, alone, barely thirty-six hours after their bastards torched my sister's peace banner on the ridge."