Sister Forced Novels & Stories

Allison turned furiously to go in too but I held her hand. She turned back to look at me. "Why are you holding my hand?, Let me go!" She yelled angrily. There were tears in her eyes. I breathed in." Allison, what have I ever done wrong to deserve you hating me this much? I just want us to be best friends and sisters. Is that too much to ask? "I said softly. Allison looked unbelievably at me. " We can't be friends Maya talk less of sisters. You have a perfect life and I don't. You've got a mommy,daddy,step brother... a big room with pretty things! We can't be friends"

I was shocked, she came back again! She added "John, is not she the one who you try to get rid of? Just make her pregnant and come to me after the child is born, it is in your marriage contract which you show me earlier.! You can show her her place after the child is born, you can blackmail her by the child and again get money and make her regret for the forced marriage that her father forced upon you! Stick to the plan, baby." My eyes went up to the sky. It is his plan? I was a little confused. I look at him and he cursed her this time openly "Fuck you bitch"

“She’s been… strange lately.” I forced a laugh. “No, not at all. Maybe she’s just stressed. You know how she gets.” It was a weak excuse, but she accepted it. Or maybe she wanted to believe it. The thought of her sister and her fiancé sharing a secret that could destroy her — no, she couldn’t even begin to imagine it. And yet, the more I tried to pretend, the more the truth gnawed at me.

The wheel chair immediately came to an abrupt stop,Aracely breathed in relief, they were at the door of her room now, gosh she hadn't even been paying attention, but her thoughts were cut off by the girls words “The madam — she murdered my only sister. Our parents sold us to her," “Why did she kill her?" “My sister, looked exactly like a very important person and they had to take the person's death, so they used her. She threatened to kill me if I spoke, and Sir, sir would never believe me,He completely trusts her, but it's almost like, one moment she is a nice person—” “And the next she is like a monster,do you know why she does this?” Aracely asked.

“You have to be lying. Why would such a strong Alpha like Alrick accept my runt of a sister? You must be lying.” “I’m not. They want to send me away to work for NARC. Alrick didn’t have the guts to do it himself. He used his Beta to do that.” Okay, that wasn’t quite true, but it sounded better. “The coward. I don’t believe it. He didn’t tell you it was over. Then he sends you away. That’s insane. For my sister? She’s a sickly, manipulative, runt.” “Manipulative? What do you mean? I know that. But what did she do to you?”

Despite my sister's protests, Fenrir had continued to push the limits of acceptable behaviour, crossing every boundary imaginable once he became her fiancé. He had threatened her with unspeakable violence, promising to unleash the full wrath of his family's power against her loved ones if she dared to refuse his advances. My sister, sweet and gentle, had been powerless against such ruthless coercion. He had forced her into submission, reducing her to a mere puppet, a marionette dangling from his strings.

Was he really planning on helping them? "Captain... you... can't do that. The business! the arrangements you already have!" "That is worth nothing, son... compared to the price of a life, and she might lose hers because of that arrangement... My youngest sister took her own life after the first night married to an older man. A man she never wanted, and who took her by force that night. She begged my parents not to do that, not to force her into that marriage, but they insisted that it was the best for her... They cried bitter tears when her body was brought to our family."

He forced me to torture female rogues , children, pack members and even elders whose faults were nothing that could not be forgiven by keeping my younger sister and mother hostage. Simon was my four years younger sister. I fell in love with her when I saw her. My bastard father saw that and he started using her against me. Simon was my world . When she turned two the bastard started torturing her as well. I used to save her. Take her beating for her. He used to threaten me with her life.

"Henry, what are you suggesting?" "I'm suggesting we stop pretending we don't struggle with our vows," Father Henry said bluntly. "I'm suggesting that God has given us a gift...a sister who can relieve our burdens while we relieve hers. Sister Veronica came to me in confession. She's desperately lonely. Sexually frustrated. Missing physical touch. And her body produces this"...he squeezed her breast again, making more milk flow...."which she's been wasting. Pouring down drains. When she could be offering it to us." "You want us to....to nurse from her?" the Asian priest asked, his accent slight. "Like infants?"

Their footsteps moved away down the corridor. I stood in the kitchen doorway with my tray of garnishes and the cold still on my hands from the cold store and I thought about what it meant that my sister, who had never once in twenty-three years been afraid of me, was now having someone assigned to monitor my movements two days before a northern Alpha arrived on Blackwood territory. She was afraid. She didn't know exactly what she was afraid of. But the fear was real and it was new and it had a shape that was pointed directly at me.