My Sister My Writer Uncensored Novels & Stories

One reckless, selfish night that tore everything apart. It started innocently, or at least that’s what I tell myself when I can’t sleep at night. My fiancée’s sister, Clara, was nothing like her. Where my fiancée was calm, steady, and practical, Clara was wild, impulsive, and unpredictable. She had a way of walking into a room and demanding attention without even trying. And though I would never admit it out loud, a small part of me always noticed her — the way she laughed too loudly, the way her eyes lingered when they should have turned away. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could keep those fleeting sparks buried where they belonged. But temptation has a way of waiting for the rig

It was as if she had vanished from my world. I tried to log into her personal blog several times and finally succeeded when I used my birthday as her password. As I searched her private space, I found her hidden diary. In the diary, I learned that Brutus had viciously licked Ava’s decaying legs during her final days. I could not fully understand what pain truly felt like. But if it could be expressed in words, it must be exactly as Ava described. At that moment, it seemed like something was about to well up in my eyes and was ready to spill over.

The look my sister gave me was almost fond, her shoulders easing a little. Ever since that incident five years ago, I stayed away from one thing that gave me joy. Writing. I don’t know when it happened, but I was unable to write a single line without breaking down and erasing all the content on the go. My eyes strayed to the bold black letters on the top, teeth digging into the flesh of my bottom lip. I gulped audibly. “I guess. It’s a new day.” “It sure is!” Her eyes glimmered, and with one last look, my sister shut the door behind, making sure not to make any noise.

I grab my sister's arm and stop her a few feet behind Danae's desk. "You've got to see her naked," I whisper to my sister as we watch Danae lean down to file something in a bottom drawer. "She is like the perfect sex goddess," I add, hoping Susan won't be offended by my description of another woman. "You've seen her?" she whispers back. The look on my face gives me away. "You've fucked her, haven't you?" she smiles. "You are just full of surprises little brother."

While my foolish sister and her boyfriend were happily showing affection, I was the one who arranged all these business deals for them. Furthermore, every payment had been transferred to the West Light Media Limited Company account I had registered in advance. Unfortunately, my foolish sister was unaware of all of this. She mocked me, saying, "How many lifetimes would it take for you to earn the amount of money I’m getting right now? In the future, don't even mention that you’re my sister when you're out. It'd be too embarrassing for me.” "Don't worry," I replied, then turned and quickly walked away.

I send it and Matilda replies almost instantly. - Can I tell you a secret? I reply her back in a jiffy. - Sure. I wait for her response which takes only half a minute. - Would I seem like a terrible sister if I am suspecting my sister and thinking so badly of her? Because each time that passes me by, I think about not knowing my sister fully well. I don't know... I feel my sister only uses her unstable emotions to hurt me.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.