Pagmamahal Sa Kapatid Novels & Stories

"That's so cool. He must really love you." Sometimes I wished I had cousins. My parents were both only children. "Yeah, he's unpredictable," she said with a smile, glancing at me. "Easy to fall for." "He got you an Aston Martin," I scoffed. "Honestly, I'd fall for him too." "Yeah, you would," she said, something amused flickering in her eyes. "You know, you look a little like his fiancée." I pressed a hand to my chest. "Reallyyyy?"

Just words, scribbled out in trembling script: "You never stop loving the devil who made you feel alive. I'm sorry." Isla's chest tightened. Her heart pounded. Her mother hadn't just been afraid of Victor Kane—she'd loved him. Or something like it. Maybe it wasn't love, actually. Maybe it'd been obsession. Desperation. Addiction to a man as handsome as he was lethal. "We used to be friends," Mhairi said softly. The walls, naturally, didn't answer. But deep in her bones, Isla sensed the weight of her mother's choices pressing down on her—choices that Isla herself might be making.

“Babe, he’s gone now. Talk to me. What’s really going on?” I scoffed, looking at her in disbelief. “Are you really my friend, Maya? How could you let him in here? I thought you couldn’t stand him.” I shot back in mock offense. She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Girl, don’t even play like that. Of course I’m your friend—the only real one you’ve got, remember? And you know I can’t stand his ass, but he’s still your husband and I have to respect that. That’s why I can’t chase him away even though he shows up uninvited at my door.”

Mariin kong kinuyom ang kamao ko kasabay ng paghigpit din ng hawak niya sa pulsuhan ng isa. Ikinangisi ko kung paano gumuhit ang sakit sa mukha nito. Nanlalaki pa ang mga matang nakatitig sa kanyang kapatid na nakatitig lang din sa kanya. Iginalaw ko ulit ang isa kong kamay at kasabay niyon ay ang pagtaas din ng isa niyang kamay. Kasabay ng paggalaw ng kamay ko ay ang pagdapo ng sarili niyang kamay sa pisngi ng kapatid. Ha!

Na hindi na namin kailangang maging malapit lang sa isa’t-isa kapag nandyan si Mama. I did everything for him because I know that’s how much I love him. Iyon nga lang, baka hindi naman talaga ito ang tunay na pagmamahal. Just like what he told me when I was still young. Love is Happiness. Kaya niya nagawang magpakasal ulit. Kasi kung hindi siya masaya, hindi iyon pagmamahal. Ama ko siya pero doon pa lang, magkaibang-magkaiba na kami. Kung magkaka-anak ako ay hindi ko tutularan ang ama ko. I can sacrifice my happiness for my children’s joy. Something he can’t do for me. Hindi ako makapaniwala. Parang hindi man lang siya nag-aalala.

At marami ding inililihim. Alam na niya ang karamihan sa mga lihim ng asawa. Naikuwento na ng matabil na kapatid nito ang tungkol sa lahat-lahat ng kahirapan na dinanas bago ang pagkakamit ng tagumpay. Dahilan para lalong sumidhi ang pagnanasa niyang mapasakanya ang babaeng di-pangkaraniwan. Dahilan para matagpuan niya ang sarili niyang nais na pala niya itong pakasalan...!

her father said, his voice calm but his message clear. “I won’t disgrace you, Father. I promise,” her step-sister replied, her voice sweeter than candy, lilting and confident. Elsa swallowed, knowing she could never hope to match her sister. Even her voice sounded like a sweet melody. Everything about her sister was made to be praised, adored, and loved. “You.” Her father’s sharp call made Elsa’s stomach twist. She flinched; “You” had always been the name reserved for her, cold, distant, a reminder that she was nothing more than an obligation.

Lumuluhang pahayag nito na sinundan pa ng pag singhot. "Ssshhh... ako nga ang dapat na magpasalamat sa'yo eh, dahil simula no'ng araw na nakilala kita pati na rin ang kapatid mo, pakiramdam ko ay nagkaroon ulit ako ng panibagong kapamilya. Dahil kagaya mo ay ulila na rin kami ni Molly. Oo nga't may limpak-limpak akong salapi, pero hindi 'yon sapat na batayan upang mahanap ko ang totoong kahulugan ng kasiyahan." Bigla akong nakaramdam ng kaginhawahan saaking dibdib matapos kung sabihin 'yon sa kanya.

I was thrilled by our sexcapades and I couldn't stop but wanted more. Every time I saw her and my brother being the perfect couple then I would spoil it with my dick being in her and make her moan so loud. I grinned at the thought of her naked body and mine on her matrimonial bed. She knew she belonged to me. I looked at my brother who still had the worried look on his face and I said righteously, “ She probably is just having a stomach ache or probably cramps.” He nodded though he didn't seem convinced.

Just like the world to let me know that I messed up with the task I left for big time. “Happy anniversary to you too, baby girl. And happy Valentine’s.” He responded. Of course it was still the blasted week! All that was left to put the toppings on the cake was for my sister to waltz in and say- “Hey Mia, meet my fiancé!” With the most beautiful evil grin to have ever existed. I looked around in envy. All these weres were having fun, enjoying one of the things I craved the most. Affection. Love, if possible.