Impregnated My Sister Novels & Stories

She wailed uncontrollably. Like a hen watching a hawk carry his offspring away without having an idea of what to do, I watch my naive sister cry herself over a man. She was impregnated by Theodore Andrews, her boss. The man famously known as the man of wealth and the man for women. W²

explain In detail, let me understand," his brother said, "hmmm, Valery's senior sister has tripled kids, and they were about nine years old now, and when I ask about their dad, she told me that she had a nightstand when she went on vacation, and she got pregnant, and since then, the man that Impregnated her never showed up, and since then my conscience has been bothering me" Jake explained, "Why," his brother asked,

We are officially affected by erben. There's no need to say anything to each other. Just by the way my Sister looks at me irritably as she gets out of bed, I know she's feeling the same way I do. She takes small twigs of valerian from pots on the fireplace wall—which the mekrai left for her—and makes a strong tea. She takes. I am not. I don't care about tea. I do not want anything.

The way I see it, when he drove away tonight, he drove out of my life. “Good,” I mutter. “He can take those big dumb boots and those sparky hands and go torment someone else.” Fallon furrows her brow, tilting her head. “Sparky?” “Yeah,” I snort. “It’s like the guy stuck his fingers in an electric socket or something.” My sister stares at me, chewing her bottom lip like she wants to say something. “What?” I ask. She just shakes her head. “Nothing, I just…” she pauses, shakes her head again. “Nevermind.”

“I thought a sword wouldn’t penetrate a steel.” “It does in close range with pressure.” She flinched. “Ouch.” She found my old photo on the table. “You?” “Yeah. About ten.” “The girl?” “My sister. She’s in Guardion.” “Guardion? I heard that frequently.” “I planned on taking you there in the morning.”

Sophia had returned and an unknown woman had arrived in the middle of the night knowing he was a married man now,with an envelope that had turned Alexander pale yet there was nothing to explain? “Do you think I’m stupid?” The question slipped out before she could stop it. This made Alexander’s eyes to narrow at her but Amelia continued instead. “You keep expecting me to accept things without answers. You tell me not to ask questions and to stay out of things that don’t concern me.” Her voice rose as it began to crack at the end. “But somehow my sister is always at the center of those things.” That got a small reaction from him and for a split second, something dark flashed across Alexander’s

I opened the door and walked out and faced the reporters. “Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.”

He leaned forward slightly. "Six weeks ago you walked into my house in your sister's wedding dress and told me you were imperfect but you did all you could. And I watched you do exactly that every single day. I watched you handle my mother and my sister and the press and the board and a cheating boyfriend and a best friend who betrayed you and a sister in a coma and an investigation into an attempted murder and you did all of it without once asking for more than you were owed." He paused.

She pouted, her voice dripping with exaggerated innocence. I rolled my eyes at her antics, and to my surprise, she did the same to me. It was like looking into a mirror... only, I wasn't the one being ridiculous. Or was I? I wondered if she had any clue how silly she looked whenever she pulled that pouting Barbie act. Did she really think she was a barbie? "You found me." He replied dryly. "Come with me. I need to show you something." "Not now. I need to take my sister home first."

Helping plan my sister’s wedding had never felt so dangerous… or so addictive. And I was already craving the next “planning session” with my stepbrother.