Ronald Sis Vs Bro Novels & Stories

I went into labor at the same time as the woman next door. My husband took me to the hospital, but I delivered a stillborn child. Instead of comforting me, he lashed out, "Did you mess around while you were pregnant? Is that why you gave birth to such a monster?" I lost my baby, my name was dragged through the mud, and I was forced to divorce him and leave with nothing. One day, I happened to overhear my husband speaking to the neighbor: "Good thing we swapped your stillborn baby with May's healthy one. If your in‑laws had looked closely, they would have realized the dead baby was actually ours." That was when I finally understood the truth. They had been involved long before. He pushed me on purpose, causing premature labor, just so they could take my healthy baby and give me her dead one. When I confronted them, they held me down in the bathtub and drowned me. Yet when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I went into early labor. This time, I'll make sure she gives birth to that stillborn child. This time, I will expose them both for their affair and for what they did to me.

"Zach what are you doing..." I moaned looking at the sexy hunk unable to resist him, "What do you think Laura?.." he replied, his voice husky as he looked at me with lustful eyes "We are...siblings..." I said and he grunted holding my slim waist and drawing me closer "We shouldn't be doing this..." I moaned again at his touch and he connected our lips savoring my mouth and smirking "Yes...we shouldn't.." he said unddressing me, his firm hand caressing my chest and breast before guiding one to his mouth "But I don't think you want me to stop do you?..." he asked pulling me down onto the bed "But I have a boyfriend..." I said and he chuckled "More fun" he said and bend down to my exposed pussy licking my cunt "You taste so good..." he moaned and I gave in to the sexy devil incarnate of a brother that kept tormenting me. [This is a story between a powerful beautiful and sexy young lady and her hot, mysterious and evil brother's irresistible desire and want, Enjoy]

"You are not pulling any punches." Vicky said as she wore the shirt before asking truth or dare."Dare." Randy answered."I dare you to kiss me." She said. "And I don't mean a brotherly kiss. I mean a passionate, fuck me right now type of Kiss, right here and now."....Vicky fell on love with her step brother, Randy and decided to do anything it would take to have him for herself. She dosen't care the damage it may cause. She was determined to have him to the extent she got pregnant for him so he wouldn't have any choice.

The last thing Vaelora Hugo expected, was to find her mate in bed with another woman. Heartbroken and furious, she rejects him on the spot, only to find her second chance mate just minutes later! But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her second chance mate is none other than Alpha King Draekon Noir. The cold and ruthless ruler of the werewolf kingdom. A living myth, feared by all. Worse still, Draekon happens to be the older brother of the mate she just rejected. But Vaelora HATES Draekon. He was the man who murdered her father. The monster she swore to hate forever. A DragonBorn-Werewolf hybrid, the first and only one of his kind. Draekon is just as feared, as he is untouchable. After the death of his first mate, he descended into MADNESS. He never expected to find another mate, because DragonBorns only got one soulbound in a lifetime. Until her. Vaelora Hugo. Will Vaelora reject him too? Or will her hatred for him give way to something far more dangerous? Like the irresistible pull towards the same man she swore to despise.

“She has twelve weeks to live. And she's running out of time to get revenge for her sister.” Alexa Lean grew up with only one person in her corner…her fraternal twin, Alice. Orphans. Outcasts. Each other's entire world. So when Alice is found dead in a campus lake, ruled as murder, Alexa doesn't mourn. She moved to Westbrook University. She enrolls as a transfer student. And she begins hunting the killer. But someone is watching. A break-in. A photograph of Alice's dead body. A whispered warning in the dark: "Stop asking questions." The deeper Alexa digs, the more she uncovers. A web of lies that has been strangling Alice since childhood. Then there's Myles Clay. Alice's boyfriend. Grieving. Gentle. Dangerous in ways neither of them expected. He should be a suspect. Instead, he becomes something worse: the only person Alexa can trust. As her body begins to fail and the killer closes in, Alexa must solve her sister's murder before the her illness solves her. But the truth is closer than she thinks. The killer has been watching her all along. And they're not done killing. Will Alexa’s sickness make her weaker or stronger in her journey to get revenge? Or will it be the only thing to build her?

Three months, she was supposed to live with her sister's family for three months but how will she survive living in the same house with him when she harbors those nasty thoughts? How will she survive living in the same space with him when he was the reason she left for Paris three years ago? How will she hide the love and lust she has for her sister's husband?

Being born as twins Phidelia and Phidel were separated at young age due to one or two reasons. Phidelia’s lived with her aunty in Netherlands while Phidel lived with their parents in Australia but they had always kept in touch. On one way or the other Phidelia mysteriously got missen, making her parents return back to Netherlands with Phidel with he bid to find her. They tried to find out more from the school authorities but no nobody seemed to give them any good answers. Phidel then thought there was only one way to find out the whereabout of her sister and that was to get enrolled in the school which she did in her sister's disguise. She from her research found out that her sister lost her life to bullies. She felt bitter, seeking revenge for her sister as her spirit hoovers around her and she is the only one who sees her. What really happened to Phidelia’s? What is the reason behind their separation? And how is Phidel going to get back at her sisters murderers. Will Phidelia’s spirit ever leave her sister? Join me on this journey to find out more.

Blood dripped from the edge of Damian Moretti’s knife when he first saw her.Adriana Rossi should have turned away—any sane woman would. Instead, she met his stare across the bloodstained marble floor, her chin tilted like a challenge.Two families. One war. A love carved out of violence.“You shouldn’t be here,” Damian murmured, voice low, dangerous.Adriana’s lips curved. “Neither should you.”

A 14 YEAR OLD GIRL WHO USED TO LIVE WITH HER MOTHER AND STEP FATHER WAS NOW GONNA LIVE WITH HER 5 BROTHERS WHOM SHE HAD NO IDEA ABOUT HER PARENTS DIED IN AN ACCIDENT TWO DAYS BACK NOW HOW WILL SHE ACCEPT THE NEW LIFE WITH HER NEW BROTHERS

My twin sister, Rebecca Shaffer, was kidnapped while saving me. The trauma left her with a mental illness that made her lash out at everyone around her. The only person who could get close to her, the only one who could calm her down, was my husband, Ezekiel Roberts. For the sake of her recovery, my parents insisted that Rebecca move into the master bedroom of my newlywed home. Whenever Ezekiel and I were intimate, Rebecca would lose control and throw things at me. Then, Ezekiel would scoop her up in his arms and carry her into the bedroom, soothing her with gentle words. Everyone kept telling me the same thing. "If Rebecca hadn't tried to save you, she wouldn't be like this now. You owe her this much!" I had no response to that, so I gave in again and again. That was, until I accidentally overheard a conversation between Rebecca and my parents. "How much longer do I have to keep pretending to be crazy? I'm so sick of sneaking around like this!" My parents looked at her with sympathy in their eyes. Ezekiel gently caressed her stomach and said, "Don't worry. I won't let Rebecca or the baby suffer even a little bit. Once I have Maisie completely under my control, I'll make everything public." I clutched the pregnancy test report in my hand and let out a bitter laugh. From now on, they would not need to keep up their elaborate charade. I would leave on my own.