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"Mom, Dad, you've got it wrong! There's no way Nadia cheated. She's been tutoring me this whole time; I wouldn't have the grades I have now without her. If anyone's score is fake, it's Nancy's!" Nancy's expression twisted, and she started weeping. "Eugene, I know Nadia used some sort of trick to bewitch you, but you can't slander me just to defend her. All of you know that she and I are biological sisters. "Back when we were at the orphanage, she used these same tricks to hook the boys there. Now that she's been adopted, she hasn't changed her ways. Don't be like those people—don't let her fool you!"

“I told you this would happen!” Waitㅡ what?! I struggled to form words. “Wait, I can explain. She's lying!” His mum stepped forward, fury written across her face. “Is it not enough? The havoc and the rumors you've spread against your own sister?!” She seethed, voice harsh. I took a step back, struggling to form words. “Youㅡ That's not what happened, hear me outㅡ she's lying to you all! She cheated on Alpha Orionㅡ”

The laughter grew and her shoulders loosened. "I want to start by saying something that I mean with everything in me—" she paused, steadying herself, "—I almost didn't let this happen. Not the award. The writing. The sharing of it. I wrote for years in private, in the dark, convinced that the stories in my head were for me alone and that the world wouldn't know what to do with them. I nearly kept it that way." The murmuring decreased, all concentration on what she was saying. "My sister married a man who, frankly, I was ready not to like."

She softly says. I sigh. “It’s okay.” I say with a small smile. “Just don’t let that happen again.” >>> When we get back home, I go upstairs to my room, leaving Halsey to my mom. My phone starts vibrating. Dean: I’m sorry about your sister. Me: Why are you talking to me? It’s not like she’s dead. Dean: It seems like you’re always pushing me away, even when I try to help. Me: Maybe because I don’t need your help.

“What is this?” “She wrote this,” I murmur, recalling the dark words that birthed my rage. “She wrote every word on every page before she…killed herself. You said she’s your sister…then you might recognize her writing. I don’t– just take it. I don’t want to have anything to do with it anymore.”

Then came a unique problem; What was her username again? The last time I had stalked her was about two months ago, that was because of her newly released book 'CLOVER'. Yes, my sister was a writer, she wasn't so well known but we live in a digital age where you know someone without knowing them through social media.

I am done with being treated like a little girl. "YOU KILLED MY SISTER!"

“I’ve been wet all day thinking about my brother’s cock. I had to change my panties twice.” Her dirty confession shattered the last fragile wall of my resistance. This was my little sister, blood, family, the girl I’d grown up protecting. And now she was begging for my cock. The thought of it brought guilt and the guilt made it dirtier and just like that...I lost it

Girls standing in the hallway and talking about my husband. I really should start getting to read about Damian. I wouldn’t to be asked a question by a reporter someday about my husband and my brain comes up blank. It would be so annoying. I turned to a corner when a hand suddenly shove me to the floor. I looked up to see Steph and her minions. A part of me became angry, the larger part however softened at the sight of my sister. It had been a while that I saw her. I suddenly missed my sister. “Steph,” I stood to my feet

I took four days off from work as I drove my family to our cabin in the woods, we quickly set up everything we would be needing, my mom strictly warned us about taking any work related calls because we would be in deep shit, and we know better than to disobey her, that woman can become an erupting volcano when she is angry, I wouldn't want that on my head. I don't know where it came from but my little sister decided that we prepare a trap, because she believed that in this woods, we could find unicorns. I told her that she had been reading too many fantasy novels, but she wouldn't let me be, so I had to do what she wanted for my own