Little Sister Literotica 소설 & 이야기

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri

I was just staring at her when her eyes found mine I smirk and wiggled my brows up and down, making her blush and cleared her throat, I laugh and look at our mother who was eyeing us both, her brows raise. "What?" She asks annoyed, I laugh harder as I saw her roll her eyes. "I would rather wait for you to confess, deary sister," I tease her, our mother chuckled. "Dear, you're at the right age, it's okay," She said, my sister--Roana groaned and stormed off the room, thumping her feet, making the heels of her sandals noisy than usual. I shake my head and look at Mama. "Let's go, Mama," I said, chuckling.

It has been long since she last roamed around so much. The park was pretty quiet since they were sitting at the far end. On the other side of the park, children were happily playing around with their parents hovering behind them. Sindhu had a small smile playing on her lips seeing them. Gautham followed her gaze and found a little girl with pigtails. She was pouting over something. "You know she reminds me of Akira," Gautham said absentmindedly. "Who is Akira??" Sindhu asked curiously, mainly because she loved kids more than anything. For her, they were the only uncorrupted form of a human.

🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲 EPILOGUE – Ten Years Later VALEN 🦁🦁🦁 The quiet of the nursery was shattered by a high-pitched shriek. My little sister, Elara, with her wild silver hair and eyes that promised endless trouble, launched herself from the changing table. She landed with a thump in a pile of clean clothes, her small arms flailing in the air. “I’m a dragon!” she roared, her voice surprisingly powerful for a six-year-old. She looked utterly pleased with herself, covered in lint and mischief.

They slowly started ignoring her. When she was 8, her sister, Aurora, was born as a healthy baby. Lillian was happy that she had a little sister to play with, but that happiness was brief. As Aurora got older, she became meaner and meaner to her. There were a lot of time that Aurora got her in trouble for something that she didn’t do.

She climbed into bed beside me, opened her backpack, and pulled out something made of felt and glue. “It’s a bottle warmer. For the baby.” I smiled. “You made that?” “Miss Lyla helped. But the colors were my idea. Yellow for sunlight. Pink for love.” I kissed her temple. “Your sister’s going to treasure it.” She looked up. “She’s really small, Mommy.” “She is.” “Will she grow fast?” “I hope so.” “Can I tell her a story?” “Yes,” I said, and I handed her a notebook. She opened to a page and began reading: a story about a princess who didn’t need saving, who learned to fly on her own.

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.

Upon opening my eyes, I spotted my older sister, Marissa Lipton, fiddling with my phone. Unlike in my previous life, where she immediately began shouting at me, her brows were furrowed as she took out her own phone. It looked like she was jotting something down. Immediately, I understood that she had been reborn along with me, back to the moment she discovered that I had been dating someone online. In our last life, she hadn't wasted any time before tattling to our parents about it. She claimed that I had gone down the wrong path and was cheating on my fiance behind his back.

“I—no—okay—nope—we’re leaving—sorry—please pretend none of this happened—” She grabs the kid’s arm, mortified, face redder than the romance covers scattered at her knees. The kid digs her heels in long enough to shout: “BYE HOT BOOK MAN!” Libby sputters, “DO NOT CALL HIM HOT—” “And MY SISTER THINKS YOU’RE CUTE!” Libby looks ready to ascend to the afterlife. I cannot resist. It’s a gift. A curse. I call after them: “Your sister has exceptional taste!”

She opens her arms widely to give me a hug and kiss on mu lips. Lola stood up and held both my hands. She looks into my eyes. "My little sister if i were ti begin our life story as friends and sisters I'd sit down and write a book. I will run out of ink and papers.Thats how long our story is. It's a lifetime story. Thanks for all the years of being a nagging and clingy little sister.I don'twantto be long because I know we are going to cancel this trip and listen to me talk,"she says.