Sister From Another Mister Novels & Stories

"Sylvia Hayes, you can't be serious!" My sister, Sylvia, stood up from the wooden stool, her expression firm and serious. "I'm not marrying Captain Zephyr Smith. His heart already belongs to someone else! Even if I marry into the Smith family, I might warm his bed, but I'll never win his heart!" Our dad slammed his hand on the table in anger. "We already accepted the engagement gifts and set the date, and word has already gone out to the whole community. How can you just back out now?!"

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

My online boyfriend had been my sister's nemesis. He and my sister had been desk mates in high school, always competing for the top spot in their grade. He ranked first, while she ranked second. They could barely stand each other, yet they both ended up attending the same university in our city. Every time my sister came home for a break, she spent days complaining to me about him. This time, she came home with her suitcase and an unusually bright smile on her face. Mom teased her. "How come you did not mention your favorite nemesis this time? You seem to be in such a good mood. Do you have something going on?" My sister laughed and handed Mom a gold necklace. "Here. Your future son‑

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

For the past days I had been watching Sir Felix closely. So far, he only had three preys that I had known of. The first one was Sister Ana. She was an obvious target for she was beautiful. She had an ivory skin that matched with her apple-like red lips. And what made her stand out more was the matured curves of her body that her habit could not hide. And then, the sister from the library I did not know. I would just name her Sister Scarlet for being alluring. She had a rich almond skin like Fatma’s and her irises were the same color. I knew she was eighteen, but she did not look like one.

“What is your plan now?” “To start with the root of it all. I can’t get rid of the root because it’s a foundation. But if I get rid of the stems, I might have a chance.” “Your father’s mistress,” my grandfather said. “Annette. Your Uncle Alfio’s half-sister.” *** It’s the second day Alayna hasn’t come home.

I said proudly, "any problem with that?" A sardonic smile stretched up her cheek," my sister is a big fool. A very big fool. Are you too dumb to realize that Henry Fred never gets into a real relationship with any girl. He just fucks them and dumbs them. Did you want to be another victim?" "Annie," I called, that was my sister's name. "Why are you acting like you cared for me?"

Had she thought I was some mistress? I wasn’t even a wife, that had to be why I sucked in a breath; a breath that I didn’t let go of. But a mistress? And most of all, did she really think my brother and I were together? We didn’t look exactly alike but we did have certain similarities. “My sister and I got it from here,” I hear Red say behind me. “Thanks for looking out for him.” The woman smiled, “No worries, hun. He sounded worried, kept talking about contracts and stuff.”

“Anna, I am still your younger sister!” “What sister?” Anna said bluntly. “Stop joking. You have never seen me as an older sister and I don’t see you as a younger sister. Besides that, your mom is the mistress; my mom’s despair was caused by your parents. Even so, you still want to come to me for benefits? Do you think that I am dumb, or have you become so dumb as to still be so hopeful?” “I think it’s the second one,” Aiden interrupted. His response was well coordinated, showing great collaboration with Anna.

He was a stranger. Yet, he did not feel like one. She had never seen him until he called her “little sister” in the purple twilight, but somehow, he looked as familiar as if she had known him her entire life. Could they actually be related? The population of Loadstone Rock was knitted together by a complicated web of kinship—cousins, second cousins, uncles and aunts several times removed—so it was not impossible. But they did not look alike. Svetlana had large blue eyes and fine straight hair, so blond that it was almost white—a source of her private anguish as she inwardly compared her “straw” to Tattie’s dark, bouncing curls. Andrei’s skin was tanned and weathered, his hair black and his e