Little Sister A Novel Novels & Stories

He reassured her, he knows that she cares a lot for his sister as if she was her own. A little while later his parents enter, and they get right down to business. Jonathan planned on putting on one hell of a party for his little sister. The door creaked open and in stepped his father, John, his sharp gaze softening as he took in the circle forming around the mahogany table. Liliana followed close behind, her arms laden with a basket of fresh flowers and a bright, infectious energy that seemed to fill the room. “So, what do we know about Analina’s wishes?” John asked, taking a seat and nodding cordially to Mariann. Mariann flashed a quick smile and poised her pen, ready to jot down ideas. “Sh

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

Lucien smiled, slow, predatory, like a man who'd just won a game I didn't know I was playing. ​"Welcome home, little sister." ​And just like that, my boring, miserable, predictable life exploded into a thousand pieces. ​I should've taken the stairs.

Precious glared at her, she was not really fond of my baby sister, she said Lily was too naive and her mouth curled into a snarl like being naive was a contagious disease. "Puppet." I looked at Lily as she entered my room. Precious thinks it is a ridiculous nickname but I think she is just jealous because she has no siblings. "Where are you going?" She looked at the bikini in my hand. "We are going swimming," I said. "I want to come!" She squealed with delight. "The car is already filled up," Precious said. I knew her car was not, it's just the both of us. "You can come along, you will have to squeeze though," I said ignoring Precious.

But I crossed the room anyway, my legs numb, my hands steady despite the shaking in my chest. Alice's body. Face-flat in the lake. Her hair fanned out around her like dark wings. The water murky, almost black. Her arms floating at odd angles, disconnected from the girl who had once used those arms to hug me, to hold me, to pull me out of my own darkness. I covered my mouth with both hands, but the sound escaped anyway,a small, wounded noise that didn't belong to Nova James or Alexa Lean. It belonged to the orphan girl who had just lost her sister all over again.

I felt flustered as I could feel the pulsation on his chest, and my heart raced in tandem. Other factors notwithstanding, Yoran was really handsome. And with my 'pregnancy' becoming known, I was pampered more with each day, with countless precious stones and gourmet food pouring into my room like a waterfall. Yoran would check in every day, spoiling me and whispering sweet nothings until the whole pack became aware that I, the ugly duckling, had claimed his heart and might become his Luna someday. Today, he was sitting beside me when he asked seemingly offhandedly, "I heard your sister visited you earlier?"

I have a secret: my "sister" and I share the same body. During the day, I'm the timid, cowardly younger sister. Whenever something frightens me, she steps in and handles it. At night, after I fall asleep, she takes control. It was the perfect balance between us, until we each fell in love with someone different. I fell for a college athlete who once saved me. She fell for an untouchable heir from the city's most powerful family. We had a terrible fight. "Why won't you give me back my life? I wish you'd disappear for good!" I hurled the cruelest words I could at her. And then she really did disappear. I thought I was finally free. But when a secret from ten years ago came to light, I understo

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It smelled musky and sinful and I wanted every inch of it. “Little liar ," he hissed. "Use that mouth for something other than the lies you keep telling me. If you please me, you get the book back. If you don't... I’ll show your sister exactly what her 'sweet' little assistant spends her time dreaming about. I'll tell her how much you want to be used." The thought of my sister knowing I wasn’t just a total smut-addicted reader but a real slut like the ones I read about made my stomach do flips. It was so humiliating, and it made me so wet I felt it dripping down my thighs.

My chest hollowed out, leaving nothing but the memory of his hands on me, the echo of his voice calling me piccola. I told myself it was fine. That I’d wait. That this was what sisters did—see their brothers off with grace. But deep down, I knew the truth. Sweet sisters don’t burn this way. Two days later, I was in the library when the murmur of voices broke through my concentration. I glanced up from my open book, my eyes narrowing as I caught two maids whispering near the shelves. Their tones were hushed, conspiratorial, and I almost ignored them—until I caught one word.