Novel & Cerita My Stepsister Is My Ex-girlfriend

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

“No.” “So what do you suggest we do, Victor?” Salima snapped. “Because I sure as hell won’t stand by and watch her put Roman in an orange jumpsuit.” She looked around the room and breathed deeply. “She is Roman's stepmother. She should at least have some feelings somewhere. I’ll go to Thorne estate and I’ll talk to her.” “Can we talk about this first?” Victor asked. Salima stood now, and the chair creaked under her weight. “No. I’ve made my decision. Goodnight.”

"Don't even think about it! Trash will always be trash, and don't ever expect me to pick it up." Hearing Kimberly's words about her mother, Deborah clenched her fists. She roughly grabbed Kimberly's shoulder, forcing the girl to face her. "Don't you dare act like that towards my mom! Regardless, she's married to Daddy. You have no right to treat her like that!" Deborah shouted, her eyes glaring. But it didn't scare Kimberly. She even stepped forward, as if challenging the girl in front of her. Deborah was the one slowly stepping back in fear. "You're just like your mother. Both of you are trash that will never be noble, even if you're placed in a palace." Kimberly's eyes were filled with hat

Her eyes swell with tears, and I immediately stand up to give her a hug, cradling her head in my arms. She is my friend before she is my fuck buddy. She is finally happy, and that makes me feel so proud of her. “I'm going to miss you.” I mutter. “Oh, relax. I'm still here for the next four months.” She pushes away, so that she can see my full face. “Are you going to finally tell me who this Maya is?” I feel my lungs with fresh air, I'd be needing it. “Maya is my stepsister.” Her face passes through different expressions in less than five minutes.

We were sitted now, making our orders. I took a sip of my coffee, watching them watch me. Ugh! They were so relentless. I decided to give them something. “Okay. I know what you're thinking and honestly you're right. But I would much prefer if you guys stopped looking at me like that.” I started. “Bu-” Stephen started but I held up my hand. “It's fucked up but it's true. I have feelings for my step sister.” “Actually—” Stephen began. But I interrupted him.

And I fuckin' vexed me. Making Pierre our wavering didn't seem like a good idea anymore. “Everyone," I commenced, swallowing down the rising bile of uncertainty and regret. "-meet Pierre Blanc. He is my stepb…” “Cousin. Stepcousin.” Pierre's voice was as clear as day as he shouted from the other end of the lounge, causing me to stare at him with shock written all over my face. He returned my gaze before flashing me a faint smile, a signal, then glanced back at the guys with a rather bright face.

This was the only time in the night that I felt like I was on the right track. "I should have never brought her here," I muttered under my breath, and Valerie stopped complaining, focusing on my words. "Huh? What are you saying?" she asked, leaning in to make sure she heard me right. "That girl back there—" I grunted, biting the inside of my cheek. "That nurse?" she asked, her voice full of bitterness. "That nurse is my stepsister," I responded, hissing at her. That was the first mistake I made. Not introducing her as my stepsister was stupid. Nobody took her seriously now.

I already agreed to all her requests. “Your stepsister.” I freeze when she says this. Why is she bringing her up now when we’re about to have sex? “I don’t like you hanging out with her. I know she likes you.” Pain shoots through my chest. She does not like me; that’s the whole reason I’m with Sienna in the first place. “She doesn’t like me; she’s my stepsister. You can’t tell me not to see her,” I say firmly. I know Maija and I aren’t friends right now, but we probably will be in the future.

Now, I have a lovely girlfriend called Tiffany, and I am planning to ask her to marry me soon. My feelings towards my stepsister, Gigi, are complicated. While I see her as my sibling, there's a part of me that feels drawn to her in a way that goes beyond familial love. Gigi exudes a sense of perfection, and her captivating eyes hold a seductive allure that I find hard to resist. I often find myself getting lost in her gaze, feeling a pull towards her that I struggle to ignore.

Her voice is sharp, and the look in her eyes makes it clear she won't believe a word I say. “Just get one thing straight. Josh is mine and whatever you think is going on between you two doesn't mean anything. So stay away from him you bitch.” Her words hit me harder than I expect. Something twists painfully in my chest, but I force my expression to remain calm. “I don't have that kind of relationship with Josh. I'm his stepsister. He only dropped me off because we're both going to school. And lastly, don't you ever talk to me like that.” I say firmly.