My Beloved Sister Novels & Stories

If Caramel was not my sister, I would have had my way multiple times, and there would have been nothing that would stop me. "You do? But why?" He seemed to find my response unbelievable. I placed one hand on his lap. "Look Justine," I began. It took so much not to concentrate on touching him in that way. "I've known you for as long as it seems right, and I can almost say that I trust every word you have to say." I assured him. I wished that my hand against him could cause his body to act in reaction. "Caramel is my sister and I know the right way to get in her head, all you have to do is trust me." I said, pulling away even though it took a lot of muscle awakening.

"So if you already have a lover and you're hiding it from the family, especially from me, your very gorgeous sister. Girl, I'm not going to shed even a drop of tear for you when we bury you rest in peace with worms." My sister. She's my sister? "Sorry, that was very rude of me." Taking the slightest insult back, she gave me a sympathetic look and offered a small smile. "You know how I blabber things commonly in every hour." "Yeah, I-- uh-- I understand," I answered just to go with the flow. I'm pinching myself, just in case I'm trapped in a dream or something, I need to know if this is just a figment of my imagination.

“Dear brother, It’s me, your stubborn sister who keeps on following you. I am writing a letter to you since you are my last family. And I am happy to have at least you by my side. Remember the first day when we saw each other? I was so captivated by your handsomeness. I thought I saw a prince. Your smiles, your shy approach and your kind attitude, they reached my heart. And maybe, that is the first time I fell in love with you. I kept this a secret for a long time, but it overflowed in a way I couldn’t control it anymore.

She and her lover can go to hell, if I care. Another thing I have heard is that love makes people do crazy things. The craziest thing my sister can do right now is throw me under the bus and sell me out to Ejay. I told her about my plans because she is my sister and because I believe in the saying that blood is thicker than water. She might be mad at me, she might be hating me now, and I might be the worst person to her right now, but still, I'm holding on to the thin line of the truth in that saying. She is my blood sister. We are family, no matter what. So, maybe that is enough reason for her to keep my secrets from her gross boyfriend? Would she really value whatever she feels for that ch

I'm all alone, and the rest of my family would be leaving soon. Maybe I really fucked up. Maybe I should have come with them instead. Anger and fear drum up in my throat like a second pulse. I want to tell the man to fuck off but I think of a better retaliation. "I will never give up my mate for you." "Really?" the stalker challenges me. "You really would stick to a man who has your sister's heart? My, my, princess. I did not think you to be this cruel."

When I got back to my room, I got back to homework and then I fell asleep. I texted Jack when I woke up, he called me later in the night and we talked for long. I know it's selfish but I don't want them to become too serious. My Dad and Belinda. They have chemistry, their relationship is beautiful and they're both happy, but that means I'll have to live with the memories of knowing fully well that I had fucked my own brother. infact let's not even go there, I'm going to have to live with the thoughts of fucking him

I pulled him into me, locking him in a tight embrace. "You know how much I love you bro…. Make sure you're fine.. " I said to him. I was rather emotional and couldn't hide it. "I love you too and you're the best sister in the world…" I was dumbfounded by his words and had to be sure I heard him right and I wasn't hallucinating. "Did you just call the the best sister in the world?" I was thrilled and couldn't hide it one bit. "Yes I did or don't you like it? I can easily retract my words, you know…"

It's strange, but the truth is, I have seen girls fall for my handsome features or my money. No girl caught my attention; no matter how many girls seduced me, they never fit to my taste. I'm beyond their expectations; I'm the beast with handsome features. Going back to the time when I met the girl who made my heart beat for her, getting into the flashback My sister is not like me; unlike me, she is completely an angel. Her birthday is a festival to us; she invited many of her classmates to the party, and we invited our family friends and relatives.

Really see me. "What is it, Celeste?" "I love you." The words had tumbled out in a rush. "I've loved you for years. I know we're supposed to be together. Everyone knows it. We could be so happy...." "Stop." His voice had been gentle but firm. "Celeste, you're like a sister to me. I could never... we could never be more than friends." Sister. The word had cut deeper than any blade. I shook my head, forcing the memory away. That girl was dead. That weak, hopeful, pathetic girl who had begged for scraps of attention was gone.

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.