Sister In Law Novels & Stories

“If you proceed with that, you would be transferring your assets to a man who is not legally bound to you in any way.” I stared at the screen again to make sure I wasn’t going through the exhaustion the clerk is going through. But the names are written boldly and clearly. Iris Lancaster. His sister. The one that lives with us along with My fingers curled slightly against the edge of the counter as everything almost started fitting. No, there must be a mistake somewhere and I must unravel it fast. “That’s not possible.” I said softly to myself. “I live with him. Everyone knows—” “Legal records don’t operate on what people ‘know,’” she cut in. “They operate on what is filed.”

People now thinks she is the prostitute when the actual prostitute was Basma. " please stop making a deal out of this. I forgot to burn it before we left home " Basma defended herself " Give it to me, I'll burn it myself." Kalthum stretched her hands out to her elder sister " it seems you've forgetting something. You don't get to talk to me like that, I'm still your elder sister " Basma reminded her

I'd dо ѕоmе thіngѕ to hеr, I tell уоu whаt. "Whаt іѕ іt, ѕwееthеаrt?" "Dаddу, I nееd your hеlр. The pump ѕtорреd working аnd I nееd уоu to come fіx іt." "I саn't bаbу, I'm grіllіng. Brіаn, hеlр уоur sister out."

"She wouldn't dare. And if she ever does, I'll deal with her myself." Satisfied, Scarlette lowered her head, hiding the triumphant smile tugging at her lips—but not before flashing me a quick, mocking glance. I laughed coldly. This woman knew exactly how to play weak and pitiful to earn his sympathy. No matter how wrong she was, Grayson always defended her. Even back when I was his girlfriend, I'd had to step aside because she was his sister-in-law. And every time I gave an inch, she took a mile. My eyes hardened, and instead of backing down, my voice rose, sharp and furious. "Grayson, I'm your wife! If you spend the night with her, what does that make me?"

So, I need to give her that respect. But there's just something that I'm confused of.... She hates me a lot, right? Then why does she want to have a walk with me? "You want.... You and I... I mean, you-" "Yes.... It isn't a bad idea after all to have a walk with my daughter or let me put it this way, Sister in law... Am I right?." She stressed on the word Daughter and Sister in law . She just saying those words Daughter and sister in law only, then I'm sure that there's something on her mind, something terrible which I don't know what it's.

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.

Fat Lawler's gaze was akin to a cat toying with a mouse, and Graham and Sophia were the helpless mice in his grasp. "You're being too kind," Fat Lawler said as he sat down, eyeing the spread of dishes. "No need to prepare so much for me. I'm getting older and can't handle alcohol. Drinking can make one forget their business, after all." "Fat Lawler, I—" Before Graham could finish, Fat Lawler waved him off to stop him from speaking. "I know. This is about your little sister, right? Don't worry. She's on her way here and will arrive shortly."

As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back. That was until she died from a drastic accident that changed everything completely, an accident that ruined me completely, and an accident that left me scarred for life. And it had to be all on my birthday! Isn't that classic?

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.