Night With My Sister Novels & Stories

NAYA All through the night I was tossing and turning all I wanted to do was to barge into my parent's room so they could give the money to me and I could rush back to the hospital to deposit the money. I couldn't let anything happen to my sister I wouldn't be able to live with myself and that particular night felt like forever it didn't want to end, I just didn't want to blow my chance by making them angry or whatnot that was the only thing holding me back from going to bang on their door.

As I looked around, suddenly a warm hand pressed firmly against the small of my back, and a voice murmured in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Who knew you could attend Steven’s sister’s birthday party? Not after what he did to you.” I spun around. It was Nick. Beautiful, dangerous Nick. The guy with the smirk and the skilled hands who I’d fucked the first time we met in the bar. My body reacted instantly to his presence, a traitorous heat blooming low in my belly. So it’s Steven’s sister’s birthday. The clues were adding up, but the part about Steven and I was still a mystery.

Much bigger than anything she’d imagined during her late-night masturbation sessions. *Holy fuck. That’s my sister’s cock. That’s the dick that fucks Elena every night… and now it’s going to destroy me.*

A small, humorless smirk touched his lips. “You think it’s that simple?” My chest tightened. “It has to be,” I replied quickly. “There’s no other way.” “There’s always another way.” His tone was calm. Too calm. Like he had already thought about it. Like he had already decided. I shook my head. “No. Not this time.” I took a step back, putting more space between us. Between me and the problem. Between me and him. “You’re engaged to my sister, you would be married to her in less than a month” I continued, my voice steadier now, even though my heart was anything but steady. “Whatever happened that night shouldn’t have happened. It can’t happen again.”

I stared at the screen without seeing it anymore. I sat back in the chair. The chair creaked under the shift of my weight. The last frame was still on the screen, the figure remained trapped in the corner of the screen in the dark jacket, the elevator doors beyond it, the timestamp reading 23:14:02. Five years earlier, and somehow it still felt close enough to touch.. The night I'd arranged for Keyla to find Adrian, and then found her in my suite instead, and made a choice I'd never been able to fully account for in terms of who it served and who it harmed.

"That mark on your neck says otherwise." Vienna pulled the sweater up. "It is nothing. I am fine. Please, Silas. I just need to sleep." He reached for her hand. His fingers were cold and thin, nothing like the strong hands she remembered from childhood. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I am your brother. I am not going to judge you." She squeezed his hand and forced a smile. "I know." But she did not tell him. She could not. Because if she told him the truth, he would look at her differently. He would see her not as his strong twin sister who held everything together, but as a girl who got on her knees for money. For pleasure. For the sound of a stranger's voice calling her princes

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

With extremely quickened steps, I walked through the front door, ignoring whatever the security guards could have to say and burst in, my eyes immediately scanning the area in search of Britney. “Britney?” I called out again, immediately cursing under my breath. “For fucks sake, where are you?!” The club was buzzing with excitement, filled with people who couldn’t care any less about me searching for my sister. I could barely make out a face from the crowd, everyone dancing and colliding with each other easily.

Nelly’s POV The club loomed before me like a dark monolith, its neon lights pulsing against the night sky. I stepped out of the cab, my heart pounding in my ears. Tonight, I wasn’t here for the usual distractions or fleeting pleasures; I was here to find answers about my sister, Nikki. The thought of her being lost in this wretched world, her whereabouts unknown, sent a chill through my veins.

I said quietly. “Are you sure about that?” she asked. I nodded. “Yes, I am sure.” “Okay,” she said, settling beside me. “What happened? I’m listening.” “Tonight was supposed to be a great night,” I said. “You saw how I prepared and how excited I was, right?” “Yes,” she replied. “You were really excited, and I was happy for you too.” “But guess what?” I said. “What?” she asked. “Tonight turned out to be one of the worst nights of my life,” I admitted.