Hypnotized Sister Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, I quickly scraped some off with a knife into a bowl, then poured in a bowl of plain water. Then I rushed back into the room, had Daniel lift Victoria up, pinched her nose, and directly poured the doctored water down her throat. "Ugh! Bernice, what did you make me drink? It smells awful!" The awakened and coughing Victoria looked furious, as if she wanted to tear me apart. Mom saw her reaction and stepped in front of me. "What are you yelling about? Your sister was just trying to save you, and look, you're fine now! If it wasn't for her, who knows what would've happened before we got you to the hospital?"

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

When I walked into my bedroom though every ounce of blood drained from my face as I fell to my knees. "No! Please, not my Rosie. I beg you, punish me, not her." I pleaded, staring at my little sister. She wore a long red nightgown to her ankles. Her silky black hair laid flat to her waist and her once crystal blue eyes were now white staring at me. "My child, why do you have so little faith in me? Have I not been good to my children?" "Good! Are you insane? You are shit goddess. Release my little sister or I'll find a way to make you pay. You took Dexter. You won't take her!" I growled, shaking my sister's shoulders, attempting to jolt the possession out of her.

HER SISTER'S BOSS MR CEO EPISODE 01 Kelly's POV Never knew I was more hippy than my sister, Nelly until this morning when I put on her office skirt. My heart was actually beating loud at what we are about to do. It's a lot of risky. Nelly is going to be secretly having a baby and I've decided to step in and impersonate her. Crazy, right? But I was gonna do anything for Nelly, so far it made her happy. Suddenly I remember something.

she asked, her words wrapping around my throat like a noose. And my sister… God, my sister. She screamed for help, her voice high and shrill, tearing through me like broken glass. I saw her reaching for me, her small hand trembling, her eyes wide with terror. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t reach her. I could only watch as she disappeared into the shadows, her cries echoing in my skull long after the drugs wore off.

He said, displeased, "Nina, I know you're upset. "But seeing you sisters fighting over me doesn't feel good either." Feeling nauseated, I replied, "Funny, I never realized how narcissistic you were before. "My grandmother told me about the tradition of corsets to bind the waist, but today I've had the privilege of witnessing brain binding. "Don't flatter yourself." After my string of insults, both their faces darkened. Lucy was about to curse me out but remembered she needed to maintain her image in front of Alex. So she whimpered and leaned against him, ”Alex, now you see how vicious my sister is?

" Bold words mockingly stared back at me, as if aware of my disoriented state of mind, as I tried decoding the meaning of it. My legs weakened when the meaning of those words sunk in, unable to support my weight, and I promptly lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I found myself in my ward, an IV drip connected to my hand. I blinked multiple times to regain my vision before the reality of what had transpired started to sink in. She was gone... My sister was no more... Charlie was dead... My inner being questioned why I was concluding when my very own eyes had not seen her body yet. I calmed myself and demanded... "I want to see my sister!" I spurt with determination. Upon expre

"I woke up in Hyra's room the same day. Everything was still fresh from my memory. I went home alone thinking I was crazy. I'm a criminal. I'm... I'm—" "Stop it!" Ela can't help but to burst out. She can't believe her sister could be delusional and make up a shitty story like that! She stood up and gave her sister a disappointed look. "Have you gone crazy? You made me and Dad worried and this bullshit is what you're telling me?!" No words can explain how irritated she is. She's frustrated hearing her sister's story. She sighed and calmed herself when she felt that she might've over-reacted. She turned at her sister with a challenging look. "Hypnotize me, then."

One reckless, selfish night that tore everything apart. It started innocently, or at least that’s what I tell myself when I can’t sleep at night. My fiancée’s sister, Clara, was nothing like her. Where my fiancée was calm, steady, and practical, Clara was wild, impulsive, and unpredictable. She had a way of walking into a room and demanding attention without even trying. And though I would never admit it out loud, a small part of me always noticed her — the way she laughed too loudly, the way her eyes lingered when they should have turned away. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could keep those fleeting sparks buried where they belonged. But temptation has a way of waiting for the rig