Sister In Law Fantasy Novels & Stories

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

“I was kidnapped by rogues on my 8th birthday. My older sister and I were both taken. But I escaped after a month, thanks to her sacrifice. After that, my family and the whole pack began resenting me.” “Is your sister dead?” “No.” The word came out fast, almost desperate. “I’m sure she’s still alive. My sister is strong and smart. I believe she got away from the rogues, and she’s living somewhere safe. I just… know it.” “If that’s true, then why didn’t she come back to your pack?” Beta Owen’s question made my head whip around to face him. For a moment, I was taken aback, unable to find the right words.

“What's wrong?” Calanthe scoffed something under her breath, focusing back on her food. My mother stood up. Slow. Purposeful. “Naidira…” She started, her voice low. Unease prickled under my skin. That couldn't be good. “What?” I whispered, not daring to hope. She gestured to Calanthe. “Alpha Orion… He's been engaged to Calanthe long before the bonfire. He's not your mate. He's to be married to your sister.”

The beautiful, intoxicating fantasy she had built over the last two months hadn't just ended—it had warped into a permanent, inescapable golden cage. She was no longer just the secret lover or the cherished little sister. She was a permanent fixture in a broken, hollow pact, bound to the dominant man who had engineered her madness from the very beginning, all while her sister watched from across the hall. "So, I get to do these things with… Adrian?" Lisa whispered. ​Her voice was so incredibly quiet, a fragile thread of sound that barely carried across the gap between the sofa and the armchair. She kept her head down, her chin tucked into the fold of her denim jacket as if she could physical

"Maybe leave…." "Maybe leave." She repeated it back to me flat. Then she dropped into the armchair across from me and pressed her fingers to her temples. "Shut up. Don't say maybe. We're leaving. Full stop." I almost smiled. Almost. "But how…" "Hold on." She sat up straight suddenly, something shifting behind her eyes. "Wait. I have someone." She pointed at me. “My step sister. Alice. She's a lawyer. An actual scary one. The kind that makes grown men cry in courtrooms." She grabbed her phone off the table. "She'll know exactly what to do."

I answered her thoughtfully. "Ooooohh, nice!" she clapped. "Welcome to married life. Good luck with everything. I'm told that you'll be leaving in half an hour?" "Yes. Once I actually find your sister. She has too many friends and too many bloody pixies." "Yeah she's the fae princess. She's Aeval Florentine. Can't expect anything less from my dearest sister-in-law and quit hating those lovable creatures. They're amazing." I simply scoffed and walked away.

"Of course, Chloe, but we both know you are here for something else." She smirked. "Oh, my sweet sister. I knew only you could understand me." I just stood there and didn't say anything. "Did you meet your mate?" she asked suddenly. My eyes widened in surprise. Did she know her fiancé was my mate? I hoped not, because if that happened she could kill me and I probably couldn't save myself. She was a beta female and a great fighter. I shook my head in denial and avoided looking directly into her eyes. I was a terrible liar.

“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.

"Yes, it might hurt, but what if all of this was forced and some kind of magical manipulation? I don't want that, El. I want something real." "You can go see a witch to see what really is going on here." "Do you know anyone?" "No," I shrugged. "Hey El, can I borrow your-" Meli stopped as she saw my sister. "Oh, hello!" "Meli, this is my sister. Reyna." "Liam Black's mate," Meli said, her eyes scanning curiously before she turned to me. "We might be in laws or something," she mouthed, and I laughed a little. "Hey Meli, you have a witch friend, right?"

"Where do I even start, Di? I walked into his penthouse with the dress and the champagne, ready to celebrate finishing it. Then I heard him say her name. Ava. My sister… In his bed." Diana shifted so she could face me better, her leopard print scarf from last night still wrapped around her neck even with the sweats. "Your sister Ava? The twenty-four-year-old who posts those filtered selfies and calls herself the family star? Damn. How long has this been going on?"