Overbearing Sister Novels & Stories

she said, eyes closed and head down. “Why are you embarrassed?” Alaric said. “You guys have always been like my brothers. Sisters aren’t supposed to moan uncontrollably when their brothers tickle them.” “We haven’t thought of you as a sister for a long time. Not since you grew those boobs you say are useless,” Kai said. “Should we see how useless they are?”

My sister was extremely fucking strong and had helped hundreds of people who had been abused in one form or another. “They’re all set. They’re due for their wolfsbane, just so you’re aware,” Chris said loudly. Muffled curses came from the room they were taken into. My Beta just winked at us and snickered. He was a sadistic asshole when he wanted to be. It was one reason we worked so well together. Ziyah held my hand as we walked forward. Byron and I were mentally preparing for the bullshit that might happen. I had witnessed some of what happened with those that fucked with my sister, but that was not my mate.

“I asked you a question. How much do you get paid per night? Is that ten thousand dollars a monthly rate or something?” My eyes widened, and I gritted my teeth, repeating, “He is… my brother…” “Your brother?” Grace raised her hand and hit me again. “And you’re his sister? Damien himself said that his sister is living abroad. If you keep lying, I’ll make sure your face is ruined today.” Lucy kicked me hard in the shin, sending me face-first back onto the floor. The intense pain forced me to curl up into a ball. In my entire life growing up, I had never once been treated like this. They were done for!

I wasn't exactly in the mood for her chatter, but something compelled me to pick up the call, my voice flat as I said, "Hey..." "Hey, sister..." Olivia's voice dripped with sarcasm, the endearment a stark contrast to her usual venom. I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the rare display of faux affection. But before I could respond, she dropped the act, her tone sharpening to its usual cutting edge: "I can never be a sister to a loser." The familiar phrase stung a well-rehearsed barb designed to pierce my self-worth. I braced myself for the inevitable verbal sparring match, my defenses on high alert.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

"How could you ever say that? I know you were upset because Carl and I became friends after you broke up with him, but I can't believe that's what you think of me..." My father sat up in his chair. "How dare you accuse your sister of such a vile thing. We raised you better than that, Olivia Richardson." "Mom," Bethany leaned her head against mom's shoulder and muttered in a heartbroken tone, "I've always b-been the best s-s-sister I could possibly be for Olivia. I swear I'd never...never even think of interfering in her life or c-c-causing her any pain!" Tears cascaded down her cheeks while my mother patted her back.

How could she be that brazen and how could she even stare at me right in the eyes when she knew that she was betraying me? No conscience! No Remorse! She was deplorable. It just didn’t make any sense that my sister whom I loved so much that I was willing to ignore her mistakes would do something like that to me. She scoffed. “Anyways, you have done a great job and it is now time for me to take over. I promise you that this company will be number one! I would take the company to heights that it has never reached before” Her words caused me to laugh as I leaned in the chair. “Your ambition scares me so much, sister,”

My sister's face screwed up into a pinched expression. She obviously wanted to believe him, but her sourness towards Lyla slowly outweighed the truth behind Javier's words. I had no doubt this entire situation had been blown out of proportion. My sister, all of them for that matter, tended to become over-protective over their things—whether that was material possessions or people, it didn't matter. She glanced over at me. Unsure. I shrugged at her in return.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

That the man who could be my mateㅡ the one I had waited for such a long timeㅡ was betrothed to my sister. Why couldn't I have something to myself for once? “Don't you get it?” He started. “You're not good enough for Alpha Orion.” The words hit me smack in the face and I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white due to how hard I held on to it. “What do you mean? I'm also your daughter, are you saying I don't deserve happiness?” My voice cracked on the last statement.