Sister Feet Story Novels & Stories

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

They packed the items I got, and Zander didn't even bat an eyelid at the ridiculous price. I went into a few more stores before deciding to call it a day. We walked out of the mall with our arms full of shopping bags, and I half expected Zander to be annoyed because, boy, did I splurge, if I do say so myself. Instead, he looked amused. We got into the car, and I realized how tired I was. I yawned, removing my shoes. My feet were killing me. Zander started driving without his horrible music, and I was so thankful for the silence.

"You think this pathetic little trick will get my dad's attention? You think he's going to chase after you and beg you to come back like in some stupid movie? You're utterly pathetic." I said nothing. I just silently knelt down to pick up my scattered belongings. Among them, a pale blue cashmere sweater lay quietly on the rug. It was the one my sister, Seraphina, had knitted for Luca with her own hands before she died. She had spent three whole months on it, stitch by stitch. "When Luca gets a little older, he's going to love this sweater," she had once told me. He had never worn it in all these years. I thought he didn't care about it, and since my sister had left so few things behind, I de

"Noelle is your sister. It's only right that she helps you. You don't need to thank her." "Thank you, Jensen. Without you, I really don't know what I'd do…" Brooke buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed harder, and watching them only filled me with despair. Even though Brooke and I were biological sisters, I had grown up in the countryside with our grandparents. She, on the other hand, had stayed with our parents, growing up alongside Jensen like childhood sweethearts. Later, I was brought back to live with our parents and eventually started dating Jensen. Brooke became his personal assistant after she graduated from college.

My younger sister, Halsey, greets me. “Hey, what’s up with the big smile so early in the morning?” I ask while drying my shoes on the doormat. “You, wanna know?” She asks with surprised eyes. “Yeah. I mean, why not?” I ask, looking at her with a confused expression. She glares back at me as if not knowing what to say. “I’ll tell you later.” She answers as she walks away. I roll my eyes and scoff as I watch her make her way upstairs. I follow behind and head to the bathroom.

I have a secret: my "sister" and I share the same body. During the day, I'm the timid, cowardly younger sister. Whenever something frightens me, she steps in and handles it. At night, after I fall asleep, she takes control. It was the perfect balance between us, until we each fell in love with someone different. I fell for a college athlete who once saved me. She fell for an untouchable heir from the city's most powerful family. We had a terrible fight. "Why won't you give me back my life? I wish you'd disappear for good!" I hurled the cruelest words I could at her. And then she really did disappear. I thought I was finally free. But when a secret from ten years ago came to light, I understo

A video played of me licking her legs and feet! "I bet one of my sorority sisters that I could make you my foot bitch by the end of the week," she explained with a haughty laugh as she flippantly peeled my hands off her tits. "Her big condition was that you had to beg to eat your cum off my feet." I felt my face screw up with the urge to cry, and I looked down to avoid her seeing. "It took me less than a day! What a joke! You're such a pathetic little loser!"

"A robber's sister could show the feeling of gratitude?" Isadora instantly became exasperated. "Don’t infuriate me! Don’t think that I will spare you because you have helped me treat my wound on my foot! Also, don’t think that I can't do anything to you now that one of my feet could no longer walk! Don’t you forget that you're a pregnant woman! I can have you killed in a jiffy!" Sabrina nodded. "My bad. I thought that birds of a feather flock together. After all, it's your brother who robs, and not you. I’m sorry."

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?