Little Sister You Re The One Novels & Stories

Episode 1 "Kate aren't you done with the makeup? Mr Lonnie is waiting. Awnn you look beautiful in that dress " My sister Jane complimented and I smiled. "Thanks sister " I replied, and hugged her. "You're the best " I added and she blushed. Best indeed. A sister who lured her blood sister into prostitution. She's the worst sister ever. In my life, I pray we don't cross parts. "Thanks honey, well you have to hurry now " She said and walked out of the room.

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?”

" You're not allowed near my sister, she's my sister! So stay away from her!!" ****

He held out a hand for Leo to shake. "L-Leo." When the shook hands, it was obvious that both felt the normal mate tingles from the blush sporting on their cheeks. "I'm Jackson." Lucas coughed, disguising his laugh. "You said that." He glared at the Alpha and finally let go of Leo's hand, looking very reluctant to do so. He turned to a grinning Sabrina, her eyes wide and teeth showing. She stood forward and took Jackson's hand in hers before shaking it rapidly, despite it not being offered. "I'm Sabrina! It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm his brother. No wait I'm his sister. Not his brother. I've got too much boobage for that. Although I'm not judging those guys that do have man boobs. Though,

"Elena!" A gut-wrenching scream cut through the street noise. I turned my head. A walking corpse knelt ten meters away, held back by three of my bodyguards. Matted hair. Sunken cheeks. The dark, bruised eyes of a junkie. It was Bella. "Elena!" she struggled, trying to get to me. "Look at me! Look at what I've become!" I watched her, my face a blank mask. "I don't know you." "You don't know me?" Bella let out a sharp, cawing laugh. "Elena, I'm your sister! Your beloved Bella!"

VOID My pretty little sister. The only thorn who got to step on my toes and live to smirk about it. I stayed there for a moment, savoring the sight of her passed out with my cum in-between her thighs. I'd always fantasized this very moment, pictured it in a thousand ways. Yet, none of them had been as good as this very one. My cum looked so perfect on her, and I couldn't wait to put it into her virgin cunt. I smirked, gently turning her over so I could stare at her face. She looked like a mess—rough hair, cheeks mapped by tears, blood on her leg.

I chuckled bitterly. My parents fell silent. They glared at me as if they wanted me to drop dead right there. My mind was made up. I placed my finger over the button. Mom shrieked so loudly that it echoed throughout the place. “Don’t press the button!” She was so terrified that she started crying, but she still managed to shout, “It’s just a stupid admission letter. What’s so impressive about it? Do you have to incinerate your sister for it? Get your hands off that button!”

“Did you expect anything less?” Heat rushed to my face. “I think she’s trying so hard to be like her sister,” the third one chimed in casually, taking a sip of her drink. “But she knows she can’t compete.” The words hit harder than they should have. “She doesn’t have the class,” the first one added. “So what’s left?” A pause. Then…… “She uses what she has.” Silence. For a second, the world around me faded. All I could hear were their voices.

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”