My Sister Is Hot Novels & Stories

Since when did they become close? I turned around at the sound of an older woman standing in front of us, with her hands on her hips. She looked angry but her eyes held warmth and longing. I recognized her immediately as Ally's Sister. Ally shrugged, pursing her lips before saying, "Hi sis." Immediately, the woman's features softened before she pulled Ally into a tight hug. "Still crazy and naughty, I see?" Her sister asked with a smile on her face. Ally tried to shrug away from the hug but I could see that she was loving the care her only big sister was showing to her. A sister's love for her younger sister is like nothing else in the world. It knows no laws. It is pure and it will always b

Does he seriously not know he’s being mean and that his words hurt? “I’m a great-looking dude, bro.” He turns around, arms spread, showing off his athletic build. I narrow my eyes at him in disgust. Such a fucking smug idiot. “And great-looking dudes like me love hot girls, slender girls like Kendall Jenner, Bella Hadid—and oh, your sister, Sally. She’s so hot.” “You asshole!” I scoff, clutching at my aching chest. That was such a low blow. It’s no news that my sister is a superstar model, which makes my life worse than it already is. Scottie always makes sexual innuendos about her and follows her look-alikes on social media.

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!"

I nearly yell, hysterical. After all, she’s my little sister, damn it! Brianna turns completely toward me, and when she does, I notice her eyes are glossy and slightly red. Perfect! As if I needed her to be drunk too. She puts a hand on my shoulder and leans closer so I can hear her better since the music has gotten louder. "Well, the guy was hot, so they’ll have beautiful children," she says, then bursts out laughing. "My sister? Children?" I say, shocked. "I have to find her, absolutely. And right now," I mumble.

I swallowed hard, the weight of it pressing in on my ribs. Sloane took a slow breath. "That's your sister, Kim?" I nodded once. She took a step back from me, as if she couldn't process it up close. "You let me think this was some random complicated crush, or that he was just another messed-up hottie. Come on, if this was like, an old friend's boyfriend or something, even though that's wrong, it's still more preferable than this. That's your sister. That's who he's with? And you're still..."

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

“And Sierra’s going to be a close second. “That was the hottest thing I think I have seen since Summer training.” “I think the girl from summer training was gay, and thought you were a pansy.” Dakota laughs at me. “It doesn’t make two girls grappling any less hot.” “No, no, no! You are not going to put my little sister on your “I’d bang that’ list.” Mateo growls at us. “You’re sister is growing up my friend. I don’t think those baggy sweats are doing her any favors. And watching her rolling around with Sierra, Ah! I am going to have sweet, sweet dreams tonight.”

His brows furrowed and he asked, "Why do you want to know?" "I don’t know but I guess a part of me wants to know if it’s a cool people thing. I mean my ex-boyfriend is the coolest guy in college." "Well, mine too, but in camp. Jessica Halls, she was the coolest, she was the best." My heart sank like a stone when he mentioned her name. "That’s my sister," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Your sister is a bitch."

I am very grateful that my sisters and Katrina are here. My heat is still a raging fire that only gives me a few hours where I don’t have an uncontrollable need, not just a desire, to have sex with Alec. So it’s fallen to my sisters and Katrina more so to be host to Isis Adio.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.