Little Sister A Novel Novels & Stories

he said. Bradley and Penny were excited too. “Did you hear that?” Penny asked Nill, who had just come over with the driver. “You have a baby sister!” Nill smiled happily. “Now I have two little girls to spoil,” he said, looking at Penny. He paused a little. “Where is Dove?” Penny pursed her lips. “Um, home?” She said. She knew that Nill wasn't going to be so happy about it. “Home?“ Nill asked. “How can you leave her at home? You are her mother!”

Her face is in pale of annoyance. “Yes, I am. That girl is my young sister.” I can see from her reaction that she was really surprised and wasn’t expecting me to answer this way. “What are you planning?!” A smart question. Direct and she know that I am planning something. I smirked. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

To his left, his mother had neatly placed his unpacked bags against the wall. He stood up and walked to his window, right across the short fence was an unoccupied house. He could immediately tell that it was the house his sister had spoke about, that brought his thoughts back to their new neighbor. Andrew was not a virgin, he had seen quite a number of naked females in person and triple that number in pornographic magazines and videos, but none could compare to the glimpse of Ada he walked into. The way her thick ass cheeks held firmly, clasped against the G-string dividers, her cute slender waist and her smooth thighs. He could picture it all in his head.

“Enough to sink half the company.” We started digging. Every document Eliora ever touched. Every shell company she opened. The trail was long. But it ended in Los Angeles. A small publishing firm. Where she had submitted a manuscript under a fake name. Title: Sister of the Lie. Genre: Autobiography. I read the opening line aloud: "They say evil is born. I say it’s raised—by blood, by betrayal, by a sister who always got the fairytale while I cleaned up the ashes."

Ignoring her screaming and struggling, he dragged her toward the cold, damp little room at the end of the hallway. "No! You can't do this to me! I'm your sister!" Sarah kicked and fought in terror. "Sister?" Thomas' voice was even colder than Joseph's. "Do you deserve that title?" The door slammed shut and was locked. Sarah pounded frantically on the door from inside, crying, screaming, and cursing. Joseph and Thomas stood outside the door, listening to the commotion inside, their faces expressionless. Meanwhile, I floated in the air, watching them. Once, I too had been locked in there, desperately beating on the door. Was this atonement? But I didn't need it.

“On second thought, your voice is just going to make things worse for me, so, don’t say anything and don’t even look my direction at school. I don’t want you ruining things for me.” I did not mind, I planned on making friends of my own when I got to school and then I won’t have to deal with Lissa. A car hooted outside, Lissa fixed herself and reapplied her lipstick before heading out. My sister is a beautiful girl, she is tall with long legs, long blond hair, a nice figure, and curves in the right places. I on the other hand, am a short brunet with big bright green eyes, thunder thighs and a huge ass. And I still had five minutes before the bus arrived, I must hurry and stop envying my siste

“This little sister is so cute. What's her name? Little sister, I like you; let's be friends.” Zaire gnashed his teeth together. “Such a daring boy.”

I narrowed my eyes to view it clearly. I gasped shockingly, and the kind of pain that hit against me was an unfathomable one. My hands suddenly turned cold, and it shook like a scared baby mouse. What did I just see? Jamilah's death? I dropped the book first, and checked the other one. It wasn't Jamilah's book. It was from Ace. It had the words, "My Sister," written on it. What was going on?

I read on. From there, it was a heart-wrenching resemblance of many of the problems Martha had faced and the girl’s struggle to accept her fate and put her life back together. It was at times difficult to read as I saw it more as Martha’s story than Chelsea’s, but I read on, feeling that at that moment my sister was speaking to me and that I was as close to her as I could get.