He Proposed To My Sister Novel Novels & Stories

I asked in a shaky voice filled with pain, rage and sadness. “Blaire, nothing between you and I has to change.” He said it with such a soft smile. “But you’re choosing her.” I said it such a jealous tone. “But I’m still sleeping with you.” He winked and left, closing the door as if it were another casual night. But there I stood, frozen in my living room, covered only by my sheets, being told by the man I’d fallen in love with that he was going to propose to wretched my half-sister after he’d just had sex with me.

To have my loved ones' blessings on this special moment of my life. "However, you better shape up, Kilmer. The mere mention of her crying because of you, I'll rip you apart, you hear me?" "Is that a threat?" "Yes, it's a threat so you better be threatened. That's my sister you're taking from me so take great care of her. I don't want to see her lonely and with a frown on that pretty face of hers. Got it?" "No need to ask me that, Mitchell. I intended to do that the moment I proposed to her."

My little sister was dead then, my brother and I had drifted apart that time, Aspen was the only one I had left, the fear of being alone didn't make me do it. I was scared he'd use it as an excuse to leave me. I wanted to tell Jayce all that, but I couldn't. That would make me look like a helpless romantic. "So instead, I made a proposal to my rival, to send his son out of the country and I'll give up the contract we were both fighting for." I shrugged, rubbing my face with my free hand. "That's generous of you." Jayce muttered, placing his other hand atop our joined hands, patting the back of my hand.

Gwen twirls the chair to make me face her, “You don’t know her, I don’t even know who that girl is. All I know is that he met you before her.” She waves her hands in the air, her hands holding make up tools and I glance away, “He proposed to her when she was having her birthday, last year and when she came to see him a few weeks after we met, he locked me up because he loves her.” I feel so numb as I tell her this, she looks downwards and presses her lips in a thin line. “I can’t imagine my brother would do this.” I stand to my feet, “I can because he did that to me.”

I wrapped my arm around her waist, my fingers brushing against her bump lightly. Freya’s eyes flicked between us. “Have fun then,” she said, giving Astrid a soft smile before frowning at me. “Don’t get her pregnant.” I laughed. “That advice came a little too late, kiddo.” Sliding my hand more firmly around Astrid, I led her away. “Stay safe,” Freya called. Astrid waved back as we headed toward my car. That was when it hit me—the perfect idea. Who better to help me plan the proposal than her sister?

The loud crashing sound had them jumping apart and all attention turned to me. “Control yourself, Amber!” Mother snapped but I ignored her, my gaze trained on my mate. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” My palm began to sting from where the broken cups had cut me. But I couldn’t focus on that. My focus was on Lucas. This had to be some cruel joke. No way he just proposed to my sister. I had to be running mad or seeing things. “Amber, calm down,” Lucas stretched out his hands, speaking to me in a patronizing voice.

Instead he said, “What are you reading?” She looked up this time. “Why?” she asked. “You’ve read it before,” he said. “The spine is worn.” She glanced down at the book, thumb brushing the edge like she hadn’t noticed that herself. “Persuasion,” she said. “Jane Austen.” He nodded. “Yeah, the one where they almost lose each other.” “You’ve read it?” “My sister did,” he said. “She used to leave it on the kitchen table, I read the first half by accident over about six months of breakfasts.”

How had she been so blinded as to the extent of accepting his proposal? A proposal he had flung in her face after she had spoken about not wanting to wait any longer. Now her mate stood before her, holding her sister like she meant the whole world to him, ignoring the cry of her wolf that mingled with his. “Why?” The word finally escaped her lips. “Why? If you knew you wanted my sister why did you propose?”

I didn't understand why she would want to lie about Sarah but I wasn't angry at her for it I was mad because she was so hot, she was practically irresistible. I was never one to look at any other woman when I was in a commitent to someone, let alone my fiance's sister. From the first day I'd met her I had been drawn to her beauty and fuck was she hot. I hated to admit but the main reason I rushed my proposal to Sarah was so I could get rid of the distraction that was her sister but it was so clear to me now that none of that had worked since I had been so quick to make out with her at the hotel in Paris.

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.