Love Sister Novels & Stories

the reporter smiled, “chosen by big sister Sophie Langston herself…” Sophie looked into the camera, all solemn pride and shining eyes. “My sister’s name is Selene,” she announced. “Because she’s soft and bright like the moon.And my brothers are Leon, like a lion and Atlas, like the world. ‘Cause Daddy says strong men protect those they love.”

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

"Maisie, where are you? Please, I'm begging you to come back. I know I'm in the wrong..." Hearing his desperate, broken words pushed Rebecca closer to the edge. She was consumed with hatred for Maisie, secretly praying her sister had died somewhere, never to return. However, something happened that day that shattered her last remaining hope. She found Agatha clutching one of Maisie's few photographs, weeping uncontrollably and murmuring endless apologies. Rebecca finally snapped after holding in her anger all day. She slapped the photo out of Agatha's hands and shouted, "Why?! I'm supposed to be the family princess! Maisie can't compare to me in anything, so why do all of you only remember s

Leo’s bloodline screamed psych ward. There was his sister, she was a brunette bombshell with legs longer than my patience. And there was another one whose name I heard to be Irene, She was too young to be his mother, too sassy to be ignored, and way too calm to be in the same room with Leo without breaking a bottle over his head.

Her expression was dark, her knuckles white from gripping the remote too tightly. She hated what she was seeing. Sarah walked in, immediately sensing that something was off about her daughter’s demeanor. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked, taking a seat next to Lily. Lily didn’t even glance at her. Instead, she muttered through clenched teeth, “Lilian is actually Moses’ sister… not his mistress.” Sarah’s eyes widened in shock. “What? Really?” she gasped. “How do you know this?” Lily remained silent. Instead of answering, she focused her attention back on the screen, her nails digging into the fabric of the couch.

"It's time, Lily. Dad is asleep." "What about mummy? What if she is not sleeping?" Lily asked and I wished Mummy snored too. "Let's just... Risk it." I liked the word risk. Lily did not argue, it was one of the things I loved about her. She was my partner in crime and a faithful follower, the best sister anyone could ask for.

I said, sprinkling parsley into the bowl, “and I’m starting to call Bianna my sister-in-law.” Bianna turned to me fast. “Ara.” I lifted a brow. “What? I’m just a visionary.” Max stopped running. He turned around, his blue eyes lighting up immediately. “What’s sister-in-law.” “Tio’s girlfriend,” Issa answered automatically, still a little out of breath. Then she turned to Theo and Bianna with an expression of extremely polite disgust. “Ew.” “I hate all of you,” Theo said. “Aww, look at them,” Arianna said immediately.

I looked at my parents. “Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—”

There have been rumors that they are an item, and looking at them now, I can understand why. My sister always gets touchy-feely with the people she likes. I remember when she used to drape herself all over me when we were younger. I guess she has outgrown that now. "So I heard you and Aiden are partners on this project," Sarah says, looking back and forth between us. "That is right," I reply. “Blacksmith is my partner.” Sarah frowns, her eyes flicking from me to Aiden. "I must say, it is kind of unusual to hear you call him 'Blacksmith'. It is distant and formal, but I guess that's just your way." She rambles.

It was tormenting to think about the fact that she had actually done something that despising all for a man. "Caramel is here." I announced to my parents while they craned their heads at us. I had intentionally ignored making mention of the male figure. My mother rushed to her feet to stand in front of Caramel. She gripped her shoulder and began to shake her like there was no end to her troubles. "Why would you do that to your own sister? My mother wailed, "what got into you? How could you let yourself be blinded by lust? What happened to the love and bond I trained you to share with your sisters?" She cried, not faltering with her action.