Sister Feet Story Novels & Stories

“Oh…” The woman sighed dramatically. “That’s unfortunate.” Before Emma could answer, another cousin leaned forward. “And your mother?” Emma remained quiet. “She also passed away.” Someone whispered. “So she’s an orphan.” Another added, “No wonder she looks so timid.” Laughter spread around the table. Emma gripped her fork tightly beneath the table. She reminded herself not to react. She didn’t want to embarrass Damien or Richard. Just then, a servant accidentally brushed Emma’s elbow while pouring wine. The glass tipped over.

I'm sure the embarrassment is written across my face. "My sister had a husband like yours and was killed a few years ago." She smiles sadly. "She didn't get a chance to be embarrassed. I would give years of my life to be able to help her put her leggings on if it meant she were still here." I can't meet her gaze as I pull them up over my stomach and slowly pull the shirt over my head. Lucky isn't something I would have described myself as until I listened to this woman's story. "Sorry for you." I lick my dry, cracked lips.

“Dear Diary, My sister burned the omegas foot at the bon fire this evening, on purpose. We were together there when she suddenly disappeared. When she didn’t come back for a while, I went to looking for her. The scent of burning flesh led me to the old pack kitchen. She had the omega’s mouth covered and her hand pressed against the hot burning stove.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

While at such a time his sister Ming is moving her hands to make this strange material called straw sandals that was said to be put under their feet to protect them from stepping on sharp things. Since because he happened to slip on his foot when they were bathing in the water with steam last night. His ankle was swollen since this morning. His sister Ming gave him the straw sandals that she made in the last few days, it is only one, and only him who is not walking barefooted. The surprise and warmth on his heart have been with him since then. His sister Ming treats him very well... and because he doesn't like to waste the hardworking of his sister Ming.

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

she said, her voice rough like sandpaper. “You fell into a mud pit. When you climbed out, you were covered head to toe in mud. Only your eyes were moving. “Your sister was laughing so hard she couldn’t stop, and you were laughing too, like two little mud monkeys. “There was another time when you tried to learn how to howl like a wolf. You couldn’t do it and got so frustrated that you kept stomping your feet. “Later, you figured out a way, humming through your nose. Your sister said you scared all the dogs in the village.”

I replied, trying to appear as remorseful as possible. After my parents were finally satisfied that I was okay, I went upstairs, my sisters following me right into my bedroom. Sometimes I hated having sisters. Heidi laughed like a hyena. "Those are some big shoes on your feet. He must have been huge! What are those, like size 16, 17, bigger? So is it true? Are feet and, you know, proportional?" "Ha ha ha," I said sarcastically. "Come on, you can tell us! You've never been shy about it before," Heidi hounded me, taking a seat next to me on my bed.

This wasn't good. We heard footsteps approaching in quick strides then there was some incoherent chatting and laughter, who was he coming in with? I fought the urge to satisfy my curiosity by going to see for myself. I was getting anxious and just kept looking at my shoes like they were the most interesting things in the world. They came in shortly after, as their foot steps stilled and the chatting had stopped. I didn't want to look up, but through the corner of my eye, I saw my sister shivering, it was then I decided to look up. Oh no! This is bad, really bad....

She knew about my ability to help women conceive, so she wanted to tie me down as her son-in-law. Back when Lillian lost the use of her leg, she had cried in front of me, saying Lillian only had me left, begging me to take care of her. Back then… I could not let her go. So I agreed. Looking back, I was a complete fool. Cleo was waiting outside. When she turned, her eyes lit up–reflecting only me. "Your sister-in-law really knows how to plan. Trying to dump Lillian's mess on me again."