Novel & Cerita Sister Feet Story

Footsteps rushed toward me before warmth covered my hand, holding me in place. I looked down. The rabbit girl was kneeling with teary eyes. "Sis, don't make Big Brother more mad. Please, just get on your knees." She clasped my hand between hers. "Who is your sister?" I asked, pulling my hand away and making her fall. "I don't do scripted plays." I kept walking away, but suddenly my feet left the ground. The brown-haired guy had picked me up and dropped me back in front of the scary-looking white-haired man.

Lucien smiled, slow, predatory, like a man who'd just won a game I didn't know I was playing. ​"Welcome home, little sister." ​And just like that, my boring, miserable, predictable life exploded into a thousand pieces. ​I should've taken the stairs.

And after Mom kept pressing her, she finally exposed the truth of how she got pregnant in the first place. She'd gone clubbing with a classmate and ended up drinking too much, which was when the guy forced himself on her. Mom was calling to demand that I go back there and come up with a solution for Amy's predicament. "Your sister is in anguish right now, yet here you are having the time of your life outside! Get back here now and help Amy figure out what to do!" In my previous life, I immediately took the day off work and went back to them. But the moment I set foot into the house, Mom slapped me.

My sister wears them often enough and she doesn’t usually complain about them. “Biting your feet off? Surely they can't be THAT bad...” I trail off then stare in horror as she lifts her foot to show me. The entire back of her foot is torn up with half healed blisters and fresh ones. It looks super painful. All that from a pair of SHOES? I actually feel sick thinking about it.

“God, I can’t believe they did that to him. Don’t you think Daddy deserved better than that?” “Yes, Babe. He deserved to know the truth, but it couldn’t have been easy for them, either.” “Oh, stop it! Why do you always take up for Mom?” I reached under her and raised her out of her chair—pillow and all. “I know it’s a shock, my darling sister. But do you have any idea what this means?” “Put me down!” she shouted swinging her arms. I spun around in circles, stumbling as we turned. “That-a-girl! Keep it up! It’ll strengthen your muscles. You’ll be walking again in no time.”

Wants to serve me happily. I sighed. I didn't rode my HB1 since I'm dirty. I also washed my foot before stepping inside the manor. I don't want to dirt the floor. I am not that kind of brat who will walk inside with dirty feet and let the maids do all means of magic for who knows how to remove that kind of dirt out of this carpet floored house. I rolled my eyes remembering how that idiotic step sister of mine would act all so pitiful by the thoughts of dirtying the floor which would make the maid's works hard yet deep inside she just find cruel things amusing. Maybe it would be nice if one day she will experience it herself. I will be waiting for that day to come.

Plus, I twisted my foot once and I've stuck to flats, sneakers or boots ever since. "Your party starts at six. But we're having a family party first with everyone downstairs now. So get ready" She chirped with an enthusiastic clap. I groaned and threw myself on the chair. "You mean I have to wear heels all day? " I whined, already feeling my feet ache. "You're only young once Zoey. Better live it up" "By live it up you mean sit while you use me as your personal living mannequin" She threw me a glare, but I could see that she was biting back a smile. That's the thing with my sister, from a young age she always liked to pamper me up. I didn't mind though, but sometimes it was a bit much.

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.