Sister Poems Love Novels & Stories

" It's not a crime to ask for something and want to have that thing by all means,I loved you Edward , Why can't you just look at me for once , Why can't you just see me and love me the way you love my sister ,I have tried all I can to get your attention but no you prefer her to me , What does my sister have that I don't have , huh ..Tell me , she's not that beautiful ,Look at me am beautiful ,I could be a suitable Queen to you but No you chose her over me " " You believed that even if I had met you , That I will chose you over your sister , Then you must be dreaming my dear ,I can't settle for anything less " " Anything less you mean that I don't deserve to be your wife " " Not in this life

It saw love as a chain to be broken. “My sister,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady in the suffocating dark. “Where is she?” The shadow-form smiled Lillian’s smile, and it was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. “Close. She fights. It is… entertaining. But she tires. Her love for you is a candle in my storm. It will soon gutter and die.”

Even though I hated to admit it, my body loved Sophia but my soul yearned for Lila. “I love you.” I mumbled as she pulled back after the kiss, her lips inches away from mine. “I love you more.” She replied, gently pecking my lips before she left the room. And then the door closed. "Can I love one sister and not ruin the other?" I wondered.

Our sweat-soaked bodies move as one, milking every last drop of pleasure from our incestuous union. We gulp big breaths of air before our lips again find each other but there is no lustful urgency in this languorous kiss, just contentment and... love. Yes, I love my sister in a very non-brotherly way. "I love you, Sis," I tell her as our bodies settle into a comfortable stillness. My spent cock lingering inside of her as my body crushes her into the mattress.

"Only if we have met in normal circumstances I would have considered myself as the luckiest person on this earth. But now when I know your reality it is getting very hard for me to digest the truth that we carry the same blood in our veins" "Why are you saying like this sis..." "Don't call me sister. I am not your sister. I cannot consider you as my sister after knowing your truth and your real face" She sniffed. "How could you...... How could you do that?" A sob escaped her throat. "Why did you fake your love towards him? Why? Have you never seen true love in his eyes for you? I have seen him the way he loves Aarav and I can imagine how badly he must be in love with you at that time"

How could they take everyone I love away from me? I sat there, tears streaming down my face, holding onto my sister one last time. Standing up, I sought for a suitable spot and began digging with my bare hands to lay my sister to rest. I couldn't bury my father, or mother, or brother, but at least I could bury my sister. I gently placed her in the hole, holding onto her tightly as tears flowed uncontrollably. "May the moon goddess's light illuminate your path to the underworld, where shadows dance in eternal embrace." I whispered softly.

“Of course you do, Brother. She is your wife after all.” “No, I… it’s not like that. I have never felt like this before. I don’t know what to do,” I said, pacing around the hallway that looked over the garden. The same garden where I had argued with Nasrin. “Even those flowers and the sun and moon remind me of her. Is this normal?” My sister kept giggling while Grandma chuckled and asked me to lean down. She ruffled my hair and said, “You are in love, boy. Only love can turn rulers like you into a fool.”

I look down at her. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Dean, I miss you, a lot. And it feels wrong to considering that you quickly moved on with my sister. But it shouldn't. I loved you, Dean. Now everyone's looking at me like I've been the idiot the whole time. It's totally ruined my reputation!" She lets out.

“Jade, I didn’t give you the money, but that doesn’t mean Sylvia and I killed your sister! “Honestly, isn’t it your own fault too? If you were capable enough to borrow the money elsewhere, this wouldn’t have happened.” The moment he brought up my sister, rage exploded inside me. “You two are the reason Dolly died! “If Sylvia hadn’t pushed her, she never would’ve suffered another brain hemorrhage. And that hemorrhage only happened because of the lasting damage from when Sylvia hit her with that car!

But even then… I could still feel it. His gaze. Heavy. Persistent. Like it refused to let me go. “Are you okay?” I flinched slightly at the voice. My sister. Of course. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment, her eyes soft but searching. “You’ve been distant,” she said gently. “I’m just tired.” That excuse again. It was becoming too easy. She didn’t look convinced. But she didn’t push. Instead, her hand brushed lightly against mine.