Sister Novel Novels & Stories

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

I descended the ladder slowly, still holding the book like it might vanish if I blinked. “I’ve only ever seen one copy,” I whispered. “It was left with me when I was a baby.” She nodded once. “And now you’ve seen the second.” I looked down at the book again. “Do you know where it came from?” I stared at her, the book pressed to my chest like it might anchor me in this moment. “You’re my sister.” Solene’s nod was small, but it shattered the ground beneath my feet. We moved without thinking, both of us drifting to the long table. The fire crackled softly behind us, casting warm light over old pages and newly opened truths.

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

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.

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

“Oh, you got a wife? Hi Sena. I'm Chelsea, the sister of Sean’s ex-girlfriend. “ Now that was surprising. Sean did have an ex-girlfriend. “So, you’ve forgotten my sister Theriss too soon, brother.” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

They stir to move but with a warning hand, they return to their work. “Thalia!” my sister calls out, once again in the wrong place at the fucking wrong time. Nova isn't part of the project so I don't know why she's here. With a smile, I look down at her and crouch. “In case you're wondering, Mariella is the best woman I've ever met, and she fucks so much better than you ever could.” She watches me, a known anguish beneath her gaze as I rise up and walk away before Nova reaches us. I wouldn't put it past my sister to shove me into the cement just to even the score between me and Thalia.

They wouldn't steal their younger sister's work for a little vanity, as the novel had written. And clearly, Fiona, the virtuous younger sister, was the one who planted the blame. “Master, why is this happening? The female lead in the novel is supposed to be lovely, kind, and forgiving. How could she do something like this?” Ernesta could hear the panic and heartbreak in its steady voice. She chuckled softly,

~MELISSA~ I could still remember it, when I just started reading the book, each time Isabella mentioned her other half, I thought she was referring to Desmond. But after finishing it, I came to realize that the 'other half' was not her lover but her sister who had passed away at birth. Well, it looked like that sister was me. Everything else had begun to make sense as I read back to the things she said about being separated at birth and how much of the other things she wrote to me.

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once