Sister Loves Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

However, don't let go of him," I can't believe she is saying all these things to me. Why does she like me so much? "I promise to support your relationship. Give my brother a chance. He likes you. Not because he wanted to fuck you," she winked and I laughed. "But, because he likes you. I believe that your love story will be similar to that of our parents. They have the best love story ever!" "Really? " She nodded and smiled. "What are you saying to my girl, Sister."

I pulled out the chair next to Nat and took her hands in mine. “You are my sister. Also my best friend and one of my most favourite people. I may have another sister out there, or I might not. But Nat, you and me will always be sisters” I told her earnestly. She sniffed and smiled and pulled me into her for a firm hug. “I love you, Sis” she whispered. I chuckled softly and squeezed her tight. “I love you back” I said and pulled myself from her vice like grip. She may be a little pissed at me right now, but Nat is Nat. I will love her always, no matter what.

"Me too - Fuck! Sis, I'm gonna c*m too." Tara's heart pounded. Her nerves thundered. Her p*ssy quaked. She felt her brother's c*ck, his beautiful c*ck, jabbing deep inside her, sheathing inside her so perfectly, so completely. She'd always loved her brother, from the moment he was born she loved him. But now her love grew beyond what she ever imagined it could be. She loved her brother like a sister shouldn't. Like she always wanted to, deep down.

I might be pissed off of her a little because my parents love her more than me, but Rosa is still my sister, she’s the one who loves me after my grandma. “I’m so glad that I had you as my sister…” I say as I’m looking at Rosa who drives the car. She gives me a sweet smile with a raised brow “This ain’t joke, right?” Rosa chuckles. “N-no… this is not! I mean, yes I hate you since we’re kids, but I love you, you know… it usually happens in sisters-hood relationship” I say. “Hahaha… I’m kidding” She laughs. “I know you love me, Maia. And that always be!” She smiles.

“Because that’s literally what any man who loves a woman would do. Protect her from leeches.” My breath caught at the word “loves.” “Girl, set up a date for me and him so I can give him a hug,” Sage continued. “You’re too humble and soft, but I’m glad you’re with a man who knows how to deal with idiots. I know I’ve said it before, but this time? M has my double blessing to have you.” I stared at my sister, my throat tight. She thought Matt loved me. But this wasn’t love.

"Thanks." "By the way, Jessi is back and she looks much prettier now." At that moment, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Jessi, my older sister, always seemed to be the center of attention, and it felt like my mom loved her more than she could ever love me. Everyone adored Jessi, constantly comparing me to her and wanting me to emulate her, mostly because she was a Luna and I was not. They would always say she was “the better version of me,” but I knew better. Deep down, I found her insufferable. She was the most annoying person I had ever met, and to be honest, she was a complete bitch—a whore, to be precise.

"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?"

Sister. That word hit harder than all the laughter. It landed somewhere deep in my chest, in a place that was already bruised. I loved him. I loved him so much it hurt. And to him…I was just a sister. A sister he wouldn’t defend. Tina turned to the guy and giggled. “If you want Sabrina as a girlfriend, you’d have to hit the gym. She must weigh a lot.” She turned to me and smiled sweetly. “Right, babe?”

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

I was the only one laughing. The towel dropped from my hand, forgotten on the hardwood floor. “I’m sorry… What?” My voice cracked, thin and high and brittle. “You need to start packing,” he said. She’s moving in. I want you out by the weekend.” I looked at Sofia . She didn’t even flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. I wasn’t actually expecting her to flinch or do something nice. That was who she was. A sweet devil. Sweet on the surface, like sugared glass, but a devil underneath. Cold. Sharp. Dangerous if you hold her too long.