Novel & Cerita Sister Jean

“It wouldn’t be appropriate for Jacey to see her brother that way.” “Stepbrother,” I corrected without thinking. “Oh dear. You two ARE fighting again,” Jeanie sighed unhappily. “We’re not fighting,” I said quickly. “It’s just...” “Just what?” my father asked. “I... it... we...” I stuttered. Luckily, Caleb made his appearance right at that moment. “Why’s everybody frowning?” “Are you and your sister fighting?” Jeanie’s voice quavered. “No,” Caleb said. “But she’s my stepsister.”

The only lead to find her is the CCTV footage where her back was caught. Tsk. Rey entered. "That woman, investigate her." "Master Jean, are you feeling something wrong with her?" "Tsss. Just do what I say. Everything about her. Even a single detail." "As you wish Master Jean." I am just feeling something from that girl. Who knows, maybe that girl's sister was the girl I bumped to that night. And when you already find her Jean? What are you going to do? I just want to tame her. Tsss.

“Now that everyone hates me, I just want some time to myself and do some self-reflection. When I’m not here, Julian darling has to work hard to get Charmine, alright?” Tiffany paused slightly, and continued in an even sweeter voice, “Although Sister had lost her chastity, gave birth, and recently became Anthony’s mistress, she’s still an amazing person. If you could be with her, even if it’s not for her assets, it’d be much better than being with me…”

That was probably the most melodious sound a woman could make. My name was Michael Jones, and I had tied the knot not long ago. Once, my wife's sister, Annie Larsson, came to Geordan during her summer break and temporarily stayed at our place. In the height of summer, she wore a thin camisole and tiny shorts every day, not even bothering with a bra. When she walked and sat, her breasts always looked perky. Her thin waist was enticing to look at, and her round, soft butt was always arched in a seductive curve. No man could keep his thoughts straight, especially not someone like me, who was both bold and dirty-minded.

I thought to myself, "Tiffany, oh Tiffany. Don't you dare die on me—I want you to stay right here, watching Mom and me thrive... forever." ... A few days later, it was the anniversary of my grandparents' deaths. Mom and I decided to close the shop early to visit their graves. Tiffany came with us—or more accurately, we paid someone to carry her there. The empty space below her pants revealed that nothing remained—she could not even walk on her own anymore. Yet my heart remained unmoved, as my beloved sister had become no different from a murderer in my eyes. When we arrived at the gravesite and saw my grandparents' photos, neither Mom nor I could hold back our tears. Mom pushed Tiffany forwa

"You? You think you're Mr. Reey's sister? As if! Mr. Reey's real sister is married to the CEO of a publicly listed company. Just look at yourself!" She wasn't wrong. I wasn't wearing any jewelry, nor did my clothes bear any designer logos. But that was only because I was pregnant. Must a person really need to flaunt brand names just to prove their identity? Lara's eyes narrowed as she mocked me. "My husband's sister has lived abroad all her life, and I've never heard a word about her returning. Who do you think you are?" "Or are you trying to lie to me so that I would let you go?" She spat the words with such venom. "What a shameless, filthy woman you are!"

I wasn't the kind of person who could just toss someone's possessions carelessly, not even my sister's, not even after what she'd done. "Some poor charity shop worker is going to have a heart attack when they open these boxes," Maya joked, holding up a barely-there piece of lingerie. I laughed, though it felt strange to be touching my sister's intimate things. "I'm sure they've seen worse." "Doubt it." She dangled a lacy scrap of fabric. We continued working, making steady progress through the massive closet. When I reached the back corner shelf, my fingers brushed against something solid tucked behind a stack of cashmere sweaters. I pulled it out, surprised to find a leather-bound book.

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

I covered my stomach and smiled at her. "Yes. I want a son, but Kane says he wants a daughter." As soon as the words left my lips, I saw the fire of jealousy ignite in my sister's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to suppress it. "Then eat more, Thalia. From now on, we sisters should live well together." Suddenly, a strange fragrance rushed into my nose. Both Kane and I collapsed to the ground. My sister looked at us viciously. "You're just as stupid as in your past life. Now I'll send you to the underworld!"

That someone would finally take my side, just this once. “I—” “After everything I’ve done for you…” my sister cut me off before I could speak. “But I understand why you'd do so… Unfortunately, I do. And I'm the reason you turned this way.” She suddenly raised her dress and dropped to her knees before me. The entire hall went berserk. “My Lady!” “What is Lady Jeanine doing?!” “Sweetheart, you—” They rushed forward. Her maids tried to pull her up, but for some weird reasons, they couldn't get her to stand up. Perhaps, her wolf had overpowered them. Or they had planned another scheme again...