Little Sister You Re The One Novels & Stories

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

her childish nickname for me arrives, acting like a splash of cold water. ME: I'm renting a specialized loft to share with a business partner for my perfume line. She sends a wailing anime sticker immediately, so I quickly type: ME: But in six months, if the business takes off, I’ll get a massive house and we can all live together. She instantly sends a dancing girl emoji. Sis: “I’ll remind you of this promise in exactly five months, L!” ME: "L? L?? I'm your elder sister, you brat and that Big bros is my twin"

A civil, unremarkable, two women standing at the bar conversation. And then Sasha had turned her head so she was looking directly at her. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," Irina had said, with all the cautiousness of a person who had learned the exact answer. This question, coming from this person, never ended well. "How does it feel?" Sasha had said. " Wearing your sister's life." The words were sharp and precise and so completely on target they must have been stored somewhere warm and dry for just such an occasion.

"Dylan!!!!!!!!!" My mum shouts from downstairs ,I jump down, we are werewolves and I got my wolf when I was fifteen. Today is the day I get to find my mate but,my mum is more excited about it than I am,cause what if my mate isn't my type of girl, okay comon!!! I really have to love one person because the moon goddess said so? ,This is the 21st century!!, Oh well I eat my breakfast as I watch my parents playfully bicker I got my dad's

“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.”

“All you have to do is like me just a bit. Like one percent. I will do the ninety-nine percent. Can you do that?” “Finn…” Jojo tried to speak again. She was feeling more complicated inside. But Finn held her face with both of his hands and looked into her eyes again. “Call me Brother,” he said. “Huh?” Jojo looked at him in confusion. But Finn repeated it. “Call me Brother, like you always have.” “Okay,” Jojo nodded. But Finn wasn't letting her off. “I want to hear it,” he said. Jojo felt embarrassed. She wished she could cover her face. She licked her lips nervously before looking back into his eyes. “Brother,” she called softly.

Her little sister’s name has appeared on her smartphone screen. “Hello ...,” There’s no answer from her little sister. Phoebe only heard her sobbing voice, “why are you crying?” Phoebe panicked when her sister didn’t give her any answer. Her little sister was crying so hard on the other side of the phone, “Monica Aretha Breslin! What’s going on? Is there something wrong with you or the people in the house? If you’re not going to answer me right now, then I will find out by myself. Using my own way!”

Claire giggled, “I’m not THAT quiet….the rest of y’all are just too damn loud.” “Yes we are. You balance us out...for now.” Steph replied with a sweet smile. “Until then, just keep being the sweet little sister and let me handle the drama, k?” She grabbed her little sister and pulled her into a big hug. “What if I don’t want to be the sweet little sister?” Claire asked. “What if I want to be something different, the one that boys notice?”

"Dad, Mom, cheer up! This way, my little sister will be born earlier than Uncle Carsen's and my fourth aunt's little sister!" The crowd. “..."