My Sister My Writer Uncensored Novels & Stories

I practically was just a ghost infact no one would have believed we were sisters. Jeez..... Now that I say it out loud am really a loner, I mean spending Christmas time alone and saying am fine might sound sad to some people and to top it all up.. Am a virgin at twenty-five to think I write erotic scenes in my books. One might think I experienced it first-hand not knowing it's all just in my head, hidden fantasies and imagination..

I opened the door and walked out and faced the reporters. “Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.”

“If you had any backbone, you wouldn’t come back after leaving! “Now you’re still dreaming of returning to the pack and competing with Rose for her position. You’re truly shameless!” Leon’s words instantly caused everyone to look at me differently. “I thought Claire came back to care for her sister. I didn’t expect her to come back to steal her sister’s happiness. “Good thing Alpha Leon loves Rose.” The surrounding discussion made Rose’s eyes redden. She generously stood in front of me again. “Please don’t say that about Claire. After all, she’s my sister.”

Anyone who has a problem with that is welcome to take it up with me directly. And to be clear — nobody has taken me up on that offer yet. I'm available. It ended there. No sign-off. No hashtag. No careful PR language softening the edges. Just Sasha. Irina read it twice. Then she put the phone face down on the armchair. Pressed both hands over her face. Breathed. The library was quiet around her. She picked the phone back up and read it a third time. She is my sister. Three words in the middle of a paragraph that landed with considerably more weight than three words had any right to carry.

I had their attention by now, everybody looked at me, wondering what I had to say. Then I clarified, “We have nothing left to protect. No reputation. No assets. No safety net. So we stop playing safe.” I could see the uncertainty in their expressions. “We pitch to everyone,” I continued. “Investors who have rejected us. Competitors. Foreign firms. Anyone.” “ Even those who specialize in dying companies.” There was silence. Everybody seemed to be considering my idea. “One more thing, I received an email from stone holdings.” I said and passed the printed copy to everybody in the room. I noticed the energy change in the room as they read the content of the mail. My dad's jaw was firmly clenche

“So why can’t you do what my sister wants?” “Actually, Master Kai, it’s because her stories are…” “Garbage? Do you know how it hurt my sister to hear that? Does she deserve that kind of feedback after working so hard?” “I wouldn’t put it like that,” I sighed. “Your sister used to be a good writer. Something must’ve changed her, she…” I avoided to utter anything that’ll lead me to my death. I swallowed again and thought of a better way to say it. “...she changed.”

“So, they are your friends?” “They’re colleagues who I respect and I am friendly with, but they aren’t close friends, no.” After a moment, he added, “There was one woman who was very close to me. She called me T. J. whenever she wrote about me in her journal in order to avoid her sister finding out my true identity. It seems there’s a bit of sibling rivalry there.” Her violet eyes locked with his chocolate ones. “Are you telling me that you’re the T. J. that I supposedly killed? The T.J. from my journal? My T.J.?”

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

It smelled musky and sinful and I wanted every inch of it. “Little liar ," he hissed. "Use that mouth for something other than the lies you keep telling me. If you please me, you get the book back. If you don't... I’ll show your sister exactly what her 'sweet' little assistant spends her time dreaming about. I'll tell her how much you want to be used." The thought of my sister knowing I wasn’t just a total smut-addicted reader but a real slut like the ones I read about made my stomach do flips. It was so humiliating, and it made me so wet I felt it dripping down my thighs.

she added with a wink. "You're right, I was," I told her, as I worked the buttons on the camcorder, deleting our blowjob video and wondering what my sister was thinking. I couldn't get the image of her riding my cock out of my brain and I was starting to recover again. My sister noticed my cock stirring and shook her head. "Good thing you recover fast," she smiled, as she started typing another e-mail. "I've got a year of pent up frustration to work through," she laughed.