Love With My Sister Novels & Stories

"I think I like you, a whole lot, but I don't know if I can keep this up when my Dad's in love with your mom, I mean what if they fall in love and decide to get married, I can't have thoughts of you fucking me to tears in my head if you're my step brother " I smirked, "Oh so you plan on keeping thoughts like that for long? seems you really enjoyed it". Noooo, I don't need you flirting with me right now, nooo. "I mean, I can't get that out of my mind even if I try to", I stated. He bit his lips seductively.

When she slipped into my life that way. I’m a man trapped in problems, in secrets, with files that never close, and a past that doesn’t forgive. Yet… I found myself thinking about a girl younger than me, fragile on the outside, stubborn on the inside, with eyes carrying a war that didn’t match her age. I laughed at myself. Me? Falling in love? And the most ironic… She hates Emilia. Sees her as an enemy, not a sister. As if fate decided to mock me until the end, making my heart lean toward someone standing opposite my family.

He really needs to realise that and get over it. "And what do you intend to achieve with my sister?" I asked, raising an eyebrow up. "Love, I have to make your sister fall in love with me and if she doesn't. I will let her go back to your father." Love they say is like a remote that controls the heart, once it hits you straight in the heart. Some buttons get activated in you, and you start doing stuffs you don't think you can't do. Love is far away from me and I never wish to experience it. I don't do love and love doesn't do me.

I wasn't certain if that gave her honor or if that made her a lesser human than I expected her to be. I did not love her. The bond between us was natural for our kind but it was not one of love. To truly love someone, you had to spend enough time with them. You had to get to know them, every dark, tainted bit of their soul, and still love them completely. The love should be effortless. You should be open, a place of safety, a warm embrace in time of need. I could never be that. I could never give her that. Not the way the man she chose could. Loving my sister brought me to the place I was today. I couldn't love anyone else. Especially not romantically.

“Yeah. I think she is. Miley’s got this way of grounding people — of pulling them out of their chaos. And God knows Jordan has a lot of that.” Scott hums in agreement. “Then maybe we all got lucky.” “Maybe,” I say softly, smiling up at him. He leans in again, voice low and teasing. “But I still win. Because I got the sister.” I grin, rolling my eyes. “Smooth.” “You love it.” “Yeah,” I whisper, kissing him again. “I really do.”

He dropped to his knees beside my bed. "Grace, come home with me, okay? We have the same blood type. I'll give you my entire liver if I have to. You're my real sister. I won't let you die. From now on, I won't care about anyone else. I'll only stay by your side, okay?" Something inside me snapped. I shoved him away and started screaming like a madwoman. "I'm already dying! What's the point of playing the good brother now? Get out! I don't ever want to see you again!"

Even though I hated to admit it, my body loved Sophia but my soul yearned for Lila. “I love you.” I mumbled as she pulled back after the kiss, her lips inches away from mine. “I love you more.” She replied, gently pecking my lips before she left the room. And then the door closed. "Can I love one sister and not ruin the other?" I wondered.

“Okay, I do not know what Everett told you but the problem with me finding a nanny isn’t that nobody wants to work for me but that I do not like them." “You do not like anyone,” I said, raising my brows at him. “I like Everett though. Considering we have known each other almost all our lives and I only like Everett, I would think that says more about you than it does me. Don’t you think so?” he smirked at me. “Ugh, considering I also grew up with Everett and I don’t hate my brother but I definitely don’t like you, I think that says more about you than me.” We had ended up so close to one another during our silly argument, with his head bent until he was hovering over me. His face looked so g

Because of the only thing I have in my black life? But… I love her, I love everything she reveals to me, this admiration, this ecstasy, this fascination, the need to be close to me, to have her eyes they discover that only I exist for her. I knew I was reacting violently, but I couldn’t go against myself. It bit me and killed me seeing my brother in her bed. Where is she?

But there's no medicine for regret as we all know. I walked back to my room without saying anything. I cannot erase the image of her body at that moment, nor her ceaseless apology as she followed me to my room. For a brief moment, I found myself elated for her sake. She was to wed the man of her dreams. Yet, was the feeling mutual for Chad? Was Charlie his one true love? Did he love my sister as she loves him wholeheartedly? I highly doubted it. Chad, who was also standing there silently gazed at me with an expression I could not decipher. In fact, I don't understand this guy most of the time.