Impregnated My Sister Novels & Stories

“ sister have you come to support me because if that’s not what you ate here for , you can as well know that you aren’t welcomed here and you can leave “ My sweet little Caroline , my baby sister , the one I love most in the whole wide world , why can’t you just be happy to see me huh . So are you trying to say that there wasn’t a moment that you missed me , you didn’t care , you aren’t going to tell me that you let mom work her witch on you. Come on sister , I know that you have got more than that, and you are really a fool if you think that I am going to bow to you,in fact I have come to take what rightfully belongs to me .

“Yes, but my standards are higher now. I am done with luna training, and I have spent years living with a Spainard sex god. I am also now mated to an alpha wolf. I am not sleeping with Neil, period. I am done with that part of my life.” Okay, two things. One, something was very wrong with my sister. Stephanie sounded like a caricature as opposed to a real she-wolf. Real people and wolves do not talk that way. Second, who the f&&k was this Neil? Surely they did not mean Neil the council member?

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

That night at the Xavier estate, I wasn’t myself. My gaze kept drifting to where she was. Samantha Xavier. My sister-in-law. My husband’s sister was igniting every hidden desire I thought I had buried for good. I had not touched a woman once since Claire. After the introduction, I made my move. I was already this affected....why hold back? “Samantha, I’m so glad you’re back,” I said, swirling the wine in my glass while my eyes stayed locked on her face. “Sebastian told me you’re going to be staying with us. Where do you plan to start your internship?”

AVA'S POV The music kept playing. As if nothing had changed. As if three men weren’t walking toward her with intent carved into their expressions. She stepped back instinctively. “Tessa,” she whispered. But Tessa was distracted. Laughing. Oblivious. One of the men grabbed her wrist. Firm. Not violent. Yet. “You’re coming with us.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “Let go.” Her sister was gone. Gone. The betrayal burned hotter than fear. The man tightened his grip.

That was the social climb she had sought, even if it meant burning me alive, the 'perfect man' she had convinced herself she needed. "Let's get her into isolation and call in another doctor," I said to the nurse, my voice betraying none of my turmoil. However, then, Silvia clutched at my wrist, her once immaculate nails then broken and bare. "No, you're my sister. You have to cure me!" I let out a harsh laugh and shook off her grip. "And who do you think you are?" "I'm your sister! You have to save me! I don't trust anyone else!" Her eyes were wild, almost monstrous.

Imani asked. "Yes, ma'am. My little sister and I used to make potions for them. My sister joined them when we were young, around the time her and I stopped talking. I was holding up a mirror to their corrupt ways, and they didn't like it too much. 'Specially your mama." I paused for a moment, staring into his eyes, and being hit again with that familiarity I thought of before. "Who's your sister?" I asked him. Doctor Ben managed a laugh.

I don't know why, but the fabric they were supposed to use is missing, so my inconsiderate sister called me to take all the material in her shop to this place. "You should have told your husband to bring them if you can't wait for—"I was cut off when my sister suddenly head locked me. "I-I'm sorry." I know that I'm lame because I'm still scared of my older sister. She used to be a gangster-like person when she was younger and would always tease and bully me. Thanks to that, I'm now regarded as the 'Scaredy-cat Virgin.' "Anyway, put these to that room there. The one that's not locked. After that, you can go home."

“Imogen is here. We’ll get her stuff in a while, she hasn’t got much a few cases.” “Sure no problem.” I say still not taking my eyes off this wonder in front of me, even though I don’t want to be attracted to her. It’s making me angry, I can feel myself getting riled up. Her red lipstick accentuates her full pouting lips and I imagine them wrapped around my dick. Fuck’s sake. I have got to stop thinking about her like this. She is Atlas’ little sister and Imogen who I cannot stand, who was always a pain in the ass growing up.

"You're just the version that got lucky. I spent twenty years in a basement being told I was a 'spare.' I learned your handwriting, your gait, your favorite flavor of tea. I am more you than you are." "Then you should know," I said, stepping forward, "that I never play a game I haven't already rigged." I didn't use the IV pole to hit her. I swung it into the spiderwebbed glass window. The pressurized air of the high-rise office let out a deafening whistle, the vacuum pulling everything toward the New York skyline. My sister screamed, her lighter frame losing its footing. I grabbed the bolted bedframe with one hand and reached for her with the other.