I Hate My Sisters Boyfriend Mga Nobela at Kwento

James casually wrapped his arm around Poppy's waist and looked at me with disdain. "I'm with my girlfriend. What's your problem? You need to mind your business." Seeing this version of James, Poppy looked delighted. "Seriously, Elisa. He's my boyfriend. Why are you even watching us?" Mom walked out of the kitchen just then. I kept up the act. "Mom, look at Poppy! How can she be with James? James is my boyfriend." Mom clapped her hand over my mouth. "Did you get drunk last night? Are you still fast asleep and dreaming? Why are you going after your sister's boyfriend? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Kyle says it's me. That I'm a cold fish." Kyle. That would be the aforementioned student-athlete first boyfriend. I was going to have to kill that asshole, for making my sister cry. "I did everything he wanted, Mom. Everything! I tried to be a good girlfriend. I used my mouth on him. He was my first. Everyone said the first time was bad but it would get better. It's not getting better! I hate it. It hurts. What's the big deal with sex?" Everything he wanted? That dick-head was having sex with my sister? Fuck! He was toast. It wouldn't just be swirlies for him, either!

My heart clenched in pain at the statement of my sister Amelia. "How can you do this with my twin sister, Xavier?" I asked with my voice filled with disgust and anger. "How could you also, Amelia? Why do you've to be a disgrace to the Grey's family?" Her eyes flared at my statement, but I didn't care. "I can't believe that you can stoop so low to have sex with your twin sister's boyfriend. I hate you," I scowled at my twin sister, who cuddled Xavier. "Your boyfriend? Who is your boyfriend?" she asked.

I just sat on the cold concrete step with my keys digging into my palm and stared at the wall opposite me. Three fucking years. Three years of being the understanding girlfriend, whereas I was the glorified side chick unbeknownst to me. The one who never complained when he forgot dates. The one who made excuses to her friends when he bailed on plans. The one who told herself it was fine, he was just stressed, he just needed time. The one who always, always believed him. And to think that my sister, of all the people in the world, I never thought my own sister would betray me by sleeping with my man.

We are now prepared for the test but one can’t be prepared enough so we decided to study even more. “Okay, I just can’t wrap my head around how sexy and smoky hot Mason is and to be honest if it wasn’t for Ryan who of course I love so much and is my boyfriend, I’d definitely wanna get nasty with him,” Nicole started, digressing from our real topic, “I would totally bang your step brother.” She added and my jaw dropped. To be honest, Nicole would bang anything as long as it’s good looking. I’d almost choked on my coffee and I stared at Nicole in disbelief. This is the same Mason I complain about every single day.

I didn't know what to say to that. He signaled the waitress for more coffee. She came over, poured it, left. "You're my friend," Liam said. "I'm not going to pretend I understand. I don't. But I'm not going to walk away either." "You should." "Why?" "Because I'm poison. Everyone I get close to gets hurt." "That's not true." "It is. My mom died. My sister hates me. Jay's going to leave eventually." Liam leaned forward. "You don't know that."

Yet the cursed mate bond forced slick heat around him, betraying me completely. I sobbed brokenly beneath him as pleasure twisted sickeningly with the pain. My body clenched around his thick length against my will. “Pathetic,” Ryder hissed, fangs grazing my ear. “Already creaming on the cock of the man who hates you. You really are just a desperate little slut who stole her sister’s future.”

An icy cold wrapped around my heart. “Jacob!” I gasped as I made out the figures on the bed, the girl bent in a position I assumed to be uncomfortable, and my boyfriend of four years behind her, thrusting with an intensity he never exhibited with me. They didn’t hear me at first, above the slaps of flesh and moans of pleasure. I stood in place, watching my boyfriend fuck my sister. My stepsister. My voice cracked as I raised my voice this time. “Jacob! What are you doing?” I growled out, drawing their attention to me.

“Can I ask? Again, just out of curiosity.” His sister nodded. “Sure.” “Have you ever slept with this guy?” She was about to put a California roll into her mouth and paused midair. “Which guy?” “This guy who hates you.” “Of course not!” His sister immediately responded, her tone was aghast. “Have you not been listening to me? He hates me and I hate him too. Yesterday was the first time Brett ever introduced him to me and yet this guy already hates my guts.” “First of all, you are dating someone named Brett?” Javier shook his head as if he could not believe what his sister was telling him. “Second, I think you probably have offended this guy before. What was his name again?”

i bombarded him with questions but immediately regretted it as he banged his fist on the wall in anger digging a hole in it making me jolt. "She is not my sister! she is just a bastard born by a mistake!" i was beyond shocked. Tris is actually his...step sister! but who cares she is still his half sister and zayn calling Tris a bastard really made me angry at him. "How can you say those harmful words for your own sister!" "Shut the fuck up if you don't know what happened! i said she isn't my sister!" i had enough! i may not know about the past but i know one thing for sure!