Love With My Sister Novels & Stories

I remembered my sister's words ringing in my ear. "Why ?! Why did you took the one and only people who showed love for me ?! Am I like that sinful and unworthy for someone's love Lord ?! Why did you took Allizah! She's the only one I have! I don't mind them comparing me and her j-just give her back to me. I love her so much! " I raised my head talking to the Almighty. I cried all my heart's pain, remembering my sister, Allli and her unconditional love for me and our bonding together. She's the only one who showed love to me. I hope it is genuine because I don't know what damage it will brought if I discovered even her love is fake.

The questions that she was asking were a lot, but they weren't questions that I couldn't answer. "He informed his brother. He trusts him, and although he knew that something was up before, he didn't think too much about it before letting it go." "You see there... There was your solution. It's not that he trusts his brother; it's only that he loves you," she said, and I immediately gazed down at my nails. I realized that I had been making a mistake for so long, but now, the mistake is almost irreversible. "I grew to love Charles. I grew to love him and feel nothing but pity for my husband, and that's honestly the only reason why I am still with him. Each time I recall all the good things that

Then she smiled, that was when I knew I've missed my sister so much, ever since Aisha has moved to our house,I had divert all the love I have for my sister to her, which is not good,I know I love Aisha,but that doesn't mean, I should always nag my sister. 'I love you so much sister,I really really love you" "I love you too Adyan,and I'm sorry for whatever I might have done". "It's OK, I'm at fault too you know,it seems I love Aisha more than you and I'm acting like a jerk to you" "No brother! I know you're only angry with me. So am I forgiven?" "No, I should be the one asking...... am I forgiven?" "Of course brother" "Good now give me your hand"

he rambled out, "I love you so much, my amazing big sister." We were saying each other's names now. The final veil of sister/brother had finally been torn away. It was more than just dirty talk. It was an acceptance, a confession, of what we were truly doing. My little brother. My baby bro. The goofy boy that had always made me laugh. The closest thing I had in this world to a clone. Kevin. He was making love to me. And his older sister. His big sis. The oh-so-serious woman who always held him to a higher standard. Me. I was loving every moment of it.

“Of course you do, Brother. She is your wife after all.” “No, I… it’s not like that. I have never felt like this before. I don’t know what to do,” I said, pacing around the hallway that looked over the garden. The same garden where I had argued with Nasrin. “Even those flowers and the sun and moon remind me of her. Is this normal?” My sister kept giggling while Grandma chuckled and asked me to lean down. She ruffled my hair and said, “You are in love, boy. Only love can turn rulers like you into a fool.”

I proposed, folding my arms across my chest. "Ally, what are you saying?" He stared at me blankly, blinking in confusion. "Listen Justine, " I shook my head gently. "I love my sister and..." I trailed off and carefully added, "and I love you too, but, this does not mean I'm going to let you have it get in the way of your responsibility. Life is not all about romance and you know it." I buttressed my point. He nodded in understanding, "I guess you are right." He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I apologize for getting carried away. This would equally be on you as it is on me." He smiled and began to back away.

Obviously, he's siding with my bratty sister. "You're right. I should rest well, so can you please leave the room? I can't rest if you're here," I said to Evo in a cold voice. Did he really start liking my sister ever since she saved him in Baguio? Do I need to save him, too, so that he would like me instead?

She cries harder at that, and I pull her back against me, and we stand there in the pink room that's been designed to trigger memories, to heal trauma, to remind my sister who she was before the darkness tried to erase her. "I love you, Sel," I say, and the words come out raw and honest and absolutely true. "I love you so much it hurts." She grips me tighter, her face pressed against my neck, and her voice is muffled when she speaks. "I love you too, brother."

She has been drinking. “He doesn’t love you. A man who loves you could never have slept with you when you were just a child,” I whisper, letting the tears fall from my eyes. “Love? What do you know about love?” She asks, “Don’t talk about things you can’t understand, Sasha.” She pushes me away from her face, then goes to stand by the table. “I know what love is.” I shot back, getting to my knees. “Love is a little girl risking everything to help her sister get her wounds treated. Love is a sister making sure—”

I looked up at her, but when she saw me choking in sobs, irritation crossed her face. “Could you just be a little more sensible, please?” she said impatiently. As I stared at her my inner wolf felt that this situation was ridiculous so I laughed. How ridiculous. She gave all her love to my brother and sister and left scraps for me. Mom smiled, thinking I'd forgiven, and clasped my hand over my sister's. "See, that's better. Apologize to your sister, and let's move on. We're family, after all." Her words were gentle, but her gaze lingered on my sister's face, filled with a pity that made my skin crawl.