Prank On Sister 소설 & 이야기

If that woman wasn't Alayna, whose button was that? Ethan walked back into the room and handed me a fresh cup of water. "You mentioned earlier that on April Fool's night, when you two were… intimate, you noticed a scratch on her arm?" I nodded frantically. "The inside of her left forearm. A raw streak of red. It was fresh, like it had just happened." Ethan narrowed his eyes. "And this person who was impersonating your wife—was her build and voice truly identical to Alayna's?"

She asked me, rubbing her eyes. "A water prank at the front door. Let's get her all shocked," I chimed and she narrowed her eyes at me shaking her head in disapproval. "You call that mischievous move aside, let the queen of schemes come through," she declared and a new light of admiration glowed in my eyes. My sister was super smart. She did crazy things but hid them under her aloof personality. In amusement, I held her hand bowing to her as she got down from her bed.

too? I squeezed my eyes shut to rid of that thought. I really needed to find my sister before this psychotic prince makes me do the “unspeakable stuff". "Yeah, alright bro. But I never thought my prank will backfire like this!" He groaned, glaring at me. Ohhh. So they know each other. Well, thank God for that. I won't have to role-play with this guy. One weirdo is enough. I mentally slapped myself for being such a dummy. I was busy abusing myself in my mind when the vampire said.

Savagery taken to the next level, my gosh! "H-Honey, are you taking my sister's side? Are you abandoning me?" He gasped. "No dear, of course I love you. But sometimes in life, you have to know when to side in the winning party. In this case, your sister has roasted you. I'm disappointed, dear." She replied with such sass and flare. What a queen! I stan a queen. Ecklis and Mr. Amrboise applauded in a matter of fact way. KO! Savage Aunt wins! Better luck next time, brother. You need to improve your comebacks.

“Prinsca, you are drunk. You should leave before…” “Bitch! i am going to make sure that you experience firsthand what it means to have something of ours taken away from you,” she shouted. Half of the party had stopped what they were doing to watch the scene that was unfolding. “Prinsca, let’s go…” Reuben was still trying to take his sister away from but she refused to leave. Then all of a sudden as though something had switched in her brain, she began stripping herself and moaning that it was too hot. Reuben was quick to carry his sister in his arms to avoid her embarrassing herself any further.

she said excitedly. Mellan grasped my arm enthusiastically and led me to a group of young guests standing not far from the small stage where the orchestra played soft music. I recognized some of the faces from Mellan's pictures on social media—her friends seemed to come from upper-class families who were no strangers to this kind of party. "Finally, this is HER!" Mellan said, putting her hands together in excitement. "Guys, meet, this is my sister!" For a moment, I braced myself for oblique comments or even subtle insinuations about the scandal dragging me to the brink of ruin. But, the opposite was true. Their faces were beaming.

The stench of his sweaty sock was overwhelming, making me gag. “No, stop! What are you doing? I’m telling the truth! Is this how you treat your elders? I’m really your dad’s sister. You can call him and confirm!” I tried to run toward the door, but two more men grabbed me, and the sock was shoved into my mouth. “Sister? Ha! You’ve got to be kidding me. Playing some twisted game with an old man, calling each other siblings when he’s thirty or forty years older than you? You’re pathetic!”

He grinned, "now smile for me." I forced a smile, feeling calm now that he had spoken to me. "Okay." I responded with a sad smile remaining on my face. "Come on." He offered me a hand, "let us go on that stroll we planned on being at." He said. He was perfect at making me feel great about a situation as terrible as this one for me. "Fine." I accepted his hand and moved on with things, knowing it would be hard to get over the fact that my sister had found out about my sudden relationship with someone she had once called her all.

It was precisely because of how good he was to me that I married him despite knowing that he was a divorcee and had a so-called adopted younger sister with depression whom he needed to take care of. Only now did I realize that his gentleness toward me would always come second to the way he treated Vivian, the younger sister who turned out to be a fake all along. Like a fool, I had been completely oblivious that my husband and his ex-wife were staying under the same roof and had been putting on an act for me all this time. At that thought, I felt as if a heavy weight were crushing my chest. When I spoke again, there was newfound resolve in my voice.

"I saw you as my own sister and gave you the best. I spoiled you because you needed a father's love, and there was no one else to give it. I thought love and material indulgences would be enough to fill the void within you. I thought you would grow into a kind, righteous, and God-fearing woman." Selina's face was starting to twist from fear and shock. I laughed at myself. "But I was wrong. Dead wrong. The sister I raised is nothing but an ungrateful wretch." She staggered backward, and she crashed into a coffee table. It groaned. She shook her head in denial. "No, no, no. This is a lie! That's bullshit!" "Then, go home and ask Grandpa all about it." I looked at her coldly and crushed the las