Hot Step Sisters Novels & Stories

Adele P.O.V Hey step sister” Huxley said, stopping me in my tracks. Okay so, it has been three weeks now and the entire high school is aware of my relationship with Huxley as a step sister, even though we both know it was beyond that. Abella had lied Huxley about an entanglement withone random dude which had some how been true. Apparently, they both agreed to set me up for a trap and long story cut short Huxley and I are back to square one.

, almost at the sitting room, Good morning dad l greeted giving him a warm hug, you looking beautiful this morning,guess you had a goodnight,he said beaming with smile,l turned to my stepmom greeted her faking a smile,so daughter we all here to welcome you back home, sitting over there is your stepbrother drake and his girlfriend sophie,we locked eyes,wow l never knew l have a beautiful damsel as a stepsister,nice to meet you sister he stood up and smiled giving me a handshake,he such a pretender l smirked, hello sister nice to meet you too she said giving me a smile which felt more like a mind game, l looked away pretending l didn't notice anything she did, dad apologized for not letting me

“Ugh, I wish I were her.” I clenched my jaw, bitterness curling in my chest. Lucky? There was nothing lucky about being the stepsister of the prince of the school. If anything, it was a curse. Maximilian walked ahead of me down the hallway, his commanding presence drawing girls to him like moths to a flame. Some even tried to stop him, their voices dripping with flirtation. “Maximilian, do you have plans tonight? Let me come over,” one of them purred, batting her lashes.

He lifted his face up and gave her a charming smile. "That sounds good ...I like it. Be my Hot Princess." The husky voice whispered, pulled her body against his and started kissing her hard, hot, and hungry. The two bodies helped to increase the temperature, turning the ice into the hot steam under the moonlight and stars.

“They are real. Paid for in blood.” The conductor’s sagging cheeks wobbled as he opened his mouth, then closed it, and motioned to Andrei and Svetlana to stand aside. The two Patrolmen hefted their torches but did nothing else as the conductor turned his attention to the twin sisters, still huddling in the berth. “Down,” he yelled. They obeyed. Now Svetlana saw how frail they both were. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow them away. They stood up unsteadily, holding on to each other for support.

She smirked and said, “Humph! I’m giving you a lifetime opportunity here, so sleep with the old man. Give him your body. Have sex with him. Give him pleasure. Do it for your stepsister.” “Do it for my stepsister?” “Yes. Replace her in her stead.” “How could you do this to me?” Stella’s stepmother sinisterly smiled at her. “It’s simple. Because I hate you.” “For the hatred of my mother, you’re selling me off to the richest and old man," said Stella, clenching her fists tightly. “Of course," said her stepmother, laughing crazily at her. "This is your mother’s redemption.” “What?” gasped Stella.

Me: you know how I feel about leaving Hope. Liv was her younger sister, she was only seventeen so couldn't come out with us. She had babysat before, but the whole time I was on edge. Amanda had to bring me home early because the thought of her being without me terrified me. Nevertheless, I could do with a drink after my encounter with the hot stranger in the coffee shop; and I knew Amanda wouldn't let it go. Amanda: please, Daisy, I need to get out so do you! She'll be find with Liv

It was like a squad of soldiers going to war. "Sasaengs are fans who are too obsessed with artists, to the point of getting into the personal lives of celebrities. You wouldn't think that these girls have mental disorders because of their obsession. They will do anything to get personal information on celebrities, including stalking them and sneaking into their hotel rooms." Jack stared in horror at the group of girls who initially looked normal to his eyes. But on closer inspection, they looked even more terrifying than Matthew Patt's flock or the terrorists. "Honey, it's a good thing you're a singer in our country, not here. No one will waste their time stalking you all the way into the ma

We kiss, soft and slow, tasting champagne and victory and the future we’re building on the ashes of my old life. When we pull apart, I’m smiling. “He thinks he’s the villain,” I say. “Dominic. He thinks he’s the bad guy because he fell in love with my sister. Because he can’t get hard for his dying wife anymore.” “But you’re the one who orchestrated everything.”

The risk would keep it hot. The week of forbidden pleasure had started with a shower and ended with us completely hooked. Step-sibling secret. The hottest one I ever kept.