Hypnotized Sister Novels & Stories

‎My very own twin sister— Victoria was stack naked on my bed, riding my husband's cock like it was an antidote to a snake bite. ‎The scene was like an ice bath thrown onto my spine. ‎I stood there— cold and motionless, unable to make sense of the taboo before me. ‎ ‎‘I must be dreaming,' I thought. ‘Daniel and Nadia wouldn't betray me like that.' ‎I closed my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief. ‎I hoped once I opened my eyes— all would be well with the world.... Except... ‎My thoughts were quickly interrupted by a hoarse growl from my beloved sister.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

it totally grossed me out. "You want to look, don't you? You can...you have my permission. " She added, and heavens, I had my nails tightly clenched, betting on the pain to stop me from slapping some senses into her head. She was Sabrina's sister. She was her best friend. What was she trying to do? " If you think this is a test, then you are wrong... just breath, relax, and look at me." She cajoled, her voice so soft, so seductive, but instead of seducing me, like she intended, it did quite the opposite.

"Don't worry, Cindy. I won't get pregnant. Jeffrey and I use my other entrance whenever we sleep together," my sister, Celine Lowen, said as she swayed her body from side to side. A chill ran down my spine as I looked at her face. The feeling of boiling water surging into my nostrils and throat in my past life crashed over me. It took a long time, but I managed to calm myself down. "Wow. That's quite amazing," I said.

Lydia was wearing a slinky lace camisole, a hint of shyness playing on her lips. "Harvey... my water heater broke. Do you mind if I shower at your place?" Harvey caught a familiar scent. He remembered now. That night he'd been drugged—this was exactly what he'd smelled. "Harvey?" When he didn't answer, Lydia smiled and stepped closer. The thin straps of her camisole slid down her shoulders. The next second, Harvey grabbed the nearest vase and brought it down on her.

I didn't know what was happening to me… I mean I've attacked my sister, and now my entire pack members see me as a traitor. As for my mate, she took my moment and my sister as a clue for her to run to her brother. Seeing her running toward her brother – Michael, guilt rose inside my heart. My sister would usually do the same in such a situation, but not after what I've done. I wasn't myself;myself; I was hypnotized by her. She and her crew of vampires noticed that they're being outnumbered, and they had no chance against us. They decided to do the obvious, and they ran out of our territory.

“I’m just… tired.” That part, at least, was true. Tired of pretending. Tired of standing here like nothing had happened. Tired of feeling like I was about to fall apart at any second. “Stay a little longer,” she insisted gently. Before I could respond….. “You can leave if you want.” His voice again. Calm, controlled. But there was something else beneath it. Something that made my skin prickle. My sister glanced at him, surprised. He didn’t look at her once.

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.