Sister In Law Fantasy Novels & Stories

Her blonde waves bounced on her shoulders. "Babes, the courtroom is a sacred space. It needs pure energy like mine to cleanse it." She blinked her innocent, wide eyes. "But some people carry so much negativity." She glanced at me, a flash of malice in her eyes. "The Blackwood case should be mine. I'll use love and light to get justice for the victims!" Fifty thousand followers spammed the chat. "The fairy is right!" "Liam~" She turned and threw herself at my fiancé, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Can you talk to my sister for me? She's so amazing, she can win any case. Just let me have this little one to practice, okay?"

She was the ultimate fantasy of every man in the room, a complete goddess. “Since that’s our sister-in-law, let’s ask her to come over and play with us. We should get acquainted.” Gary Lakes let go of the internet-famous chick in his arms before adjusting his coat. “Yeah, she’s our pretty sister-in-law. You must introduce her to us today,” Sebastian Brenand said while he played with the diamond-black lighter in his hands. “Right. I’ll ask our sister-in-law to join us right now.” Henry very quickly stood up with excitement.

Livia let out and smirked back at Suzan. Suzan frowned and asked, "What do you mean?" Livia replied, "YOUR SISTER IN LAW HAS ALSO A LOVER WHO IS NOT HER MATE."

He said, pointing at my mother to help me understand what he means then he walks in through the door and shuts it behind him. I could not even give a reply because somehow, the entire situation puts me on a pedestal. My elder sister who is a lawyer, obviously does not believe that my mum sold me into slavery so there is no way she can draft a case against her own mother. I can not do that either. I can not imagine asking my sister to help me investigate on our mother. That is clearly a mission impossible and it is entirely messed up. My sister is a just lawyer though. She imprisoned her daughter's fiancé because he raped my younger sister when she was twelve years old, but that was pretty di

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

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.

“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.” “That’s not all you want.” Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.” “The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain. “How did you….” “Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?” “She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.

Her face was bright, her eyes sparkled, and she looked so happy. Too happy. My gaze shifted to the man. Aaric Bernardi. Standing beside her, chatting with Mellan, who was laughing crisply at his side. His large, sturdy, and I remember, painful, hands curled lightly around my sister’s waist. Mellan leaned against him with a confidence that almost made me angry. How could someone who knew every darkest corner of my life appear so perfect to others? How could a horrible man like him get his hands on my sister, who was so kind-hearted? What's more, when he knows I'm his ex-girlfriend and the woman he's been playing with last morning is his fiancée's sister...

my wife said joining my sister and I in the dinning table "She can take care of herself, you don't have to worry about her" "I know, its just that I feel like she might be taking this thing a bit irresponsibly* "She's a kid, it's normal for her to behave like that, but that's where we come in, knowing her she might be having crazy delusional fantasy of taking the goblin down" "But that's my point, I don't want her even thinking of that creep" My sister speaks up"she has no choice, its her destiny"