Sister Forced Novels & Stories

I looked at my parents. “Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—”

This was clearly a form of coercion! “Get out of the way! My brother is not obligated to donate his organs! You’re the ones being vicious by forcing my sister-in-law like this!” she snarled at them.

He took a few long strides across the floor, grasped her hand, and then sat down next to her. Because she appeared to be so peaked, he wanted to grasp her tightly and offer her all of his power, but her back remained stiff. He chose to hold her hand while sitting next to her on the leather loveseat. "Ravena, tell me everything." She shouldn't have been subjected to the beast's brutal treatment. When my sister passed away, Crassus promised to claim me as his own. The danger wasn't something I took lightly. However, my father didn't think Crassus would murder Freya in order to obtain me. She backed away from Lucian, pulling her eyes down to the ground in sadness. "My sister appeared to put up

I might spare the three kiddos, but I can't promise that after all, they were aware of the forceful abduction of my sister and about me being killed but they couldn't do anything about it because they were also threatened by their mother on that fateful day… "If you three dare to call the cops or any other agency then remember you will face the same thing as these two bastards! Understand?!" she screamed but what s with her calling the both of us bastards? We aren't illegitimate then why? They were looking so frightened about what was happening at the moment. They have just entered their teenage years for god sake! Briana has fisted Isabella s hair and a revolver placed on her forehead. I wa

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

Subconsciously, I threaded my fingers through her thick curls and we got into a conversation. For the first time since everything had happened, I got a chance to sit with my sister and talk about life. She told me there it was about her and everything that has been happening. It was safe to say that I missed out on a lot of things, and I tried to find anything to pin the blame on only to fail miserably. In the end, she assured me that we both needed the separation so that we can build ourselves and become our own people, without being pressured by our parents who cared nothing but for their money. I was shocked to discover that she had completely served ties with them since they didn’t appro

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.

Max was right behind her in a navy T-shirt and gray shorts, his chubby little legs pounding against the hardwood floor, blue eyes lit up with the kind of energy that always looked illegal. Arianna raised her phone, as a microphone, toward them. “Miss Isabella Gómez, any comment on allegations that you stole the green marker and emotionally abused your brother?” Issa only glanced at Arianna with the kind of quiet disdain that should’ve shown up around age thirty-four, not four. “No comment,” she said, chin tipped up. “I’m in public.” Max immediately pointed at his twin sister’s back with the enthusiasm. “She did it. She also lies. A lot.”

They had performed a forced abortion on my eighteen-year-old sister without her consent. They had sent me to another continent specifically so I wouldn’t be present while any of it happened. And my sister had spent years building her answer to all of that in the only language this family had ever truly understood power, leverage, the patient dismantling of everything the people who’d hurt her had spent their lives constructing.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.