Sister Loves Me Novels & Stories

Liz loved her sister like I loved mine. Her sister, Vicky. The blonde bombshell was all sorts of curvy, sexy babe. She'd been the first one of the group to show interest in me when I came home, openly flirting and ogling me. She'd come to my room the first morning I'd stayed at my parents apartment and given me a mind shattering blow job.

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!"

"What's going on?" I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. "Actually, forget it. I don't want to bring it up." "No, please. I want to help." "It's just..." I looked directly into her eyes. "I thought since you have a sister you'd understand what it's like to have someone who can't move on from a past relationship." She considered it. "Rhea had an ex. But she's over him now." "She is?" It slipped out but I caught it. "I mean—how did she manage it?"

He softened his voice. "Listen, honey. Lydia's had it rough since my brother died. She's not here to tear our family apart—she's here to join it. Nothing's going to change how I feel about you." It was as if he'd forgotten the day he got down on one knee and promised me, "You're the only one I'll ever love." I dimly remembered Lydia coming over once. I'd poured her a cup of hot chocolate, just being friendly. Harvey snatched it out of her hand and threw it in the trash. "She's allergic to chocolate," he said.

She looked up and smiled at me "I'm fine. How was match?" "We won of course, your brother played so we won." "Aah, don't blow your own. You're not Neymar." That made me smile. The only player my sister likes and knows is Neymar. She practically droll over him everyday. He was her wallpaper on her tab. "Oshey Neymar's first love. Dinner is almost ready though, you should go and eat." "Bad belle' She replied, standing up from her bed 'I'll end up marrying him whether you like it or not. You just watch out."

For the first time, I didn't hate him. It felt good when he was closer to me. So good that I couldn't tell right from wrong at that moment. The dirty ideas running through my mind became more vigorous. Heaving a sigh to control my damn hormones, I said inwardly to myself… “Make me yours Chad, please hurry and hold me. I can't wait to lie in your strong arms. I hoped no one would hate me for letting him take care of me or interrupt us. Sorry but at this moment, I badly needed his care and Charlie, my dear sister, you served him on a silver platter for me.

"You can't even answer that." I groan out of frustrating. What was she really expecting me to say to her. "I already said that I love you! What more do you want?!" "Kiss me." My eyes went wide. I blinked once. I blinked again. "Come again?" She had to be joking. She walked over to me and raised herself on her toes. "Kiss me." "Jesus Mesta!" I stepped away from her."You are my sister!" "Fuck being your sister. We don't share the same blood. We don't even have the same last names!" I turned my back to her.

Meet my mates, sister. “How dare you” she screamed? I detest you bitch. I abhor you. You ravaged me. You snatch my mate away from me. And you also want to snatch my father from me. You never loved me, father, everything was a lie. You only love this bitch. None of you likes me. She looked so pitiful, I walk up to her. “Sister, I called her. She stared at me surprisingly. I loved you.

Since when did they become close? I turned around at the sound of an older woman standing in front of us, with her hands on her hips. She looked angry but her eyes held warmth and longing. I recognized her immediately as Ally's Sister. Ally shrugged, pursing her lips before saying, "Hi sis." Immediately, the woman's features softened before she pulled Ally into a tight hug. "Still crazy and naughty, I see?" Her sister asked with a smile on her face. Ally tried to shrug away from the hug but I could see that she was loving the care her only big sister was showing to her. A sister's love for her younger sister is like nothing else in the world. It knows no laws. It is pure and it will always b

It was because of this email that I learned about all the struggles my family had gone through over the past year. [Back then, we always said you were the strong one and that you could handle anything. Daphne was delicate; she needed looking after. So we gave her everything. We gave her all our attention and money, forgetting that you were our child too. We forgot that you also needed to be loved, and to be supported. [You must’ve felt so heartbroken on that day you saw your sister’s post. I’m only now starting to understand. It took me this long. And now it’s too late.