Novel & Cerita My Sister My Writer Uncensored

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

Nora whined, “Come on Evie, don’t ruin it! Cassie, tell her how amazing it’s going to be!” I wanted to help my lovelorn sister, but all I could do was shrug. “I’m honestly not that fussed about it, sis. Whatever is going to happen tonight is out of my control. I’m not actively searching for anything, I just hope that everything goes well and that no one dies because of anyone’s power-crazed madness.” “You’ve both gone bananas.” Nora said with a heavy eye roll. “No one is going to die tonight, why are you so morose? Not everything ends in a war.”

Ignoring my humble pleas, Ethan ripped open my shirt, borrowed a lipstick from a female colleague, and wrote plenty of profane words on my body. The employees around me murmured in sympathy, and some even turned on their flashlights to capture my current state. "Go to hell! I've had enough of shameless sugar babies like you!" "As long as Ethan's here, no man can meet Ms. Judd in one piece." Ethan unlocked my phone and opened my contacts. At the top were my parents' numbers, as well as Celeste's. Furious, he grabbed a fountain pen from the desk and stabbed it into the back of my hand.

KAYDEN WOLF, WAS A COLOSSAL PAIN IN MY ASS! “Weird, 'cause you are known for courting limelight by nook or crook. I mean you wouldn’t have killed Samantha if you didn’t want all the attention to be on you.” He spat, and I found myself clenching my jaws so tight, fighting tooth and nail not to spill what was right on the tip of my tongue. “I did not kill my sister. The brakes of her car failed and she died in the accident. Deep down that rotten selfish heart of yours, you know it too.” I snarled with clenched teeth.

I had thought she was bluffing until murderous intent glinted in her eyes. Retreating desperately, I tried to reason. "I've never wanted to compete with you. Can't we just coexist peacefully?" But she was too far gone to listen. "My dear sister, I'll honor your memory after you're gone. After all, no one has ever truly loved you." Blood dripped from my wounds as I gawked at the blade protruding from my body—wielded by my sister. I started to question my life's worth. What in the world was real?

“That’s why there was so many spelling and grammar mistakes. It took me ages to correct them all. So worth it for the content though.” Mia shook her head. “It’s awful! How could you print something like that?” Brook laughed. “You mean…how could you write something like that?” Mia went to open her mouth but shut it again. However crappy she thought Brook was for publishing it, she had written it. She had poured the bile into those words. And her only reason for doing so was because she’d seen her stepsister sleeping with Ryan. Ryan was Savannah’s boyfriend, not hers. How bitter was she that she couldn’t even deal with that in a healthy way?

He lowered his fingers simply down into my pants until they were in . * * * The sound of the shower stopped, and I knew I had to leave before Ember caught me snooping but that was right after I memorised the name of the website and the authors name, Muse. I was so desperate to know what happened between Joseph and his step sister. The name of the writer was a mystery, no one could ever guess who it was, not even my sister who had been reading her stories longer than I had started. How did I find out that the girl whose room was just a few meters mine, was the very girl who wrote such amazing erotic that could make anyone cum in seconds?

Hello everyone, good day. I would like to apologize first for the long delay of this story. The author (my sister) can't continue this story of her's anymore. I sadly announce that my sister already joined our creator last September 29, 2024. She has stomach cancer and it's rarely aggressive, the doctor said it's spreading fast through her stomach.

Eventually, my sister said, “Cass, can you slowly unblock her?” I wasn’t sure what constituted slow, but I replied, “I’ll try.” With another deep breath, I envisioned my shield slowly becoming less dense, more transparent, until it was practically see-through, and then it disappeared. I sat there forever wondering if my trick had worked, but my sister didn’t come back on to tell me anything for the longest time. When she did, it was just a blip about not being able to come see me after all, and she’d catch up with me in the morning.

“Enough to sink half the company.” We started digging. Every document Eliora ever touched. Every shell company she opened. The trail was long. But it ended in Los Angeles. A small publishing firm. Where she had submitted a manuscript under a fake name. Title: Sister of the Lie. Genre: Autobiography. I read the opening line aloud: "They say evil is born. I say it’s raised—by blood, by betrayal, by a sister who always got the fairytale while I cleaned up the ashes."