Indian Step Sister Novels & Stories

"Ya I saw you many times on the cover page of vogue and fashion channels...my niece is fan of you..."she said warmly. I failed to trace any kind of jealousy or dislike for me in her gleamy eyes but find none. My eyes again darted on the boy,who was in pictures. Tani went to the porch to make a call leaving me alone in a awkward situation with my step mother.Perhaps she wanted to give me some moments to ease my own nervousness and discomfort. "Suyash...umm..your..brother.. He is studying in the Doon boarding school..."she told me about her son means my step brother when she caught me eying the boy.

She nods in understanding, mirroring my look, and left to get me my order. "You can please your cheap assistant too, but not me, " A familiar voice ranged in my ears, I look up only to find my step-sister, Rhea standing at the entrance of my office. She and her big brother is a mistake of my dad's affair during his marriage to my mom but my mom is so kind that she forgive dad and give him a chance to correct his mistake by paying for their living.

I looked at her flabbergasted. "Sister?! I have a sister too? What is going on?" "It seemed that you didn't pay full attention to my story. After I left your father, I married someone else and we had a daughter. I told her about you and when she was old enough, I told her this secret and sent her here to find you." "And who is this mystery person?" I asked with skepticism. Susan chuckled. "The person you know as Lady Vivian is your step-sister and her name is Stacie."

she replies, still maintaining her posh, British accent. No, she's not British. Not even a little. Stephanie's another one of my stepsisters, born and raised in good ol' New York. But then she spent one month in England—just one—and came back acting like she personally founded the Queen’s English. Now she says “schedule” like “shed-jool.” Of all my stepsisters, she's the least infuriating. "Steph, by any chance, have you seen my girlfriend anywhere?" I ask. "Lena? No, I haven't. But I heard she's around here somewhere."

The dining room doors flung open and a voice echoed across the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said. A voice I recognized. "Some idiot jumped in front of my car." My heart froze immediately. I slowly turned my head and boom! It was him. The guy from the road. He froze when he saw me. His eyes widened, then narrowed into a dangerous stare. "You?" he whispered, his jaw clenched. Mom smiled nervously. "Cole, this is Liam. Your new stepbrother. I've told you about him, now you finally meet him.” She smiled warmly.

I said and she frowned more, but kept quiet before getting in the car beside me while one of the members drove us to the restaurant. “So, tell me.” She said when we walked to the table, ignoring both of them on the way. “You both are step-sisters, aren’t you?” I asked and she nodded frowning, but got stopped when waiter arrived making us order some food. “Seems like your step-sister did all this as a revenge on your Mother.” I replied and she stilled. “What?” she asked, raising her voice. “Yes! Her Mom was supposed to marry your Dad and was going to but before a week from wedding day he ran away with your Mom. So, Maheshwari did the same for you like your Mom did for her Mom.” I explained an

Finally. My body moves towards her. “Nina…” “No. Erm…thank you…for the drink and everything. But I should get going.” “But…” “There's nothing left to say. You made it perfectly clear. I'm just your stepsister. That's all I'll ever be.” “It's not that simple.” my voice feels strangled. “Then by all means, make it simple.” She looks up at me, eyes wide. Tell her, goddamnit. You don't love Sloane. She's nothing but a signature on paper.

she said, playing the part of a grieving woman clutching her pearls. "You're still young, Alice. Don't you worry, I'll take care of you." It wasn't long before I learned what that meant. I wasn't her stepdaughter anymore, I was her servant. "Alice, clean the dining room." "Alice, make Clara's breakfast." "Alice, why can't you be more like Clara?" Clara. My flawless stepsister. Beautiful, pampered, and heartless. She thrived under Victoria's regime, lapping up every second of her newfound power.

Thrilled to find that I was her enemy’s enemy, she was just as curious as I was to uncover the reasons behind our mutual hatred. I revealed, “She is my step-sister.” Brenda’s eyes lit up, and she smirked, “Oh, now it makes sense. Yeah, who wouldn’t hate their step-sister? They’re just an extra addition in someone’s life...” I cut her off and said gravely, “It’s not the normal step-sister hatred thing. It’s more than that.” I switched my tone from serious to exciting and asked, “Want to know a secret?” Her eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly, saying, “Yes!”

An insecure wife. She continued, staring at me “… I mean I am his sister-in-law, nothing can possibly go wrong. But you wouldn’t even let us get to know each other better,” she said, pouting sadly. I scoffed “Ju…” “What if it isn’t her, what if it’s me? Or what if I’m busy?” Damian interrupted, causing everyone to look at him in surprise. I looked at him also. Did he just take the blame? “Alright,” Stephanie stood up. She was wearing a red skimpy gown that barely covered her buttocks “who wants to get entertained?” She yelled.