Sister's Husband Is Called Novels & Stories

"What do you mean? Mother was never blind." Davina pressed two fingers from each hand to the sides of her head. "No, she was never blind, but I think that you're daft now. Like, she is seeing a man!" She whispered loudly. "Seeing a man?" I asked, realisation slowly creeping into me. "What do you—" "My suster, ons ma het 'n kêrel." She whispered. My mother had a boyfriend? I halted in my tracks and turned to my sister. "You're lying! You've always been good at it. And why would you tell me such a thing?"

Zayne widened his eyes and blurted out, "You want me to call you Big Brother? And you think that’s appropriate? Have you forgotten that you’re my little sister’s husband?” "But now you’re my little sister’s husband.” Zayne said, "You became my brother-in-law first and that’s an unchanging fact. Therefore, you should call me Big Brother.” Jay stared at him. "What are you going to do if I refuse to call you Big Brother?" Zayne served him with the same sauce. "Then I won’t call you Big Brother either." "I won’t allow Josephine to marry you then," Jay said. Zayne widened his eyes so much that his eyeballs nearly fell out of their sockets.

I was quite upset seeing the mess they had made. “You should clean up the dishes quickly. This place doesn’t look so good.” My sister-in-law spoke with a grin on her face. “It wouldn’t hurt if you do the dishes as well.” I retorted. “I am not my brother’s wife. I am his sister, your husband’s sister in law hence it is not my duty to clean up anywhere. It is yours. We feed you and cloth you. Make yourself useful.” She chuckled and walked out of the kitchen. Her confidence was on another level. What on earth is wrong with her?

"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?"

I mean, this wasn't only a married man but also my father-in-law, but no matter my feelings, I couldn't do anything. “A three-way, Father?" My husband's brother's wife, or what must I call her, sister-in-law? Well, she turned around still on her knees; I always suspected she knew I was also fucking with our father-in-law, and now, with how calm she was, it just confirmed it.

“Your sister-in-law.” “Who?” Sharon cracked an eye open and stared at him. Perhaps she was not fully awake yet, but she could not think of who her sister-in-law was. She did not know who he was referring to. Simon said in amusement, “Sydney, you brother’s wife.” Sharon rolled her eyes at him and asked, “Couldn’t you just say that it’s Sydney?” “Isn’t she your sister-in-law? Or have you never treated her as your sister-in-law?”

She found that surprising. "Bring him in," she added immediately and he walked away away coming back minutes later with him. Dave was so drank that he couldn't walk, she stepped aside for the guy and he walked in. "Put him on the couch," she suggested and he did as she said. "Thank you so much sir, I will take it from here. How much does he owe you?" "He paid for the drinks so it's okay. Are you his sister?" He asked a tricky question. She is his wife but they live as siblings what is that called? Does it even have a name?

I reproach him, it bothers him. “That wasn't exactly what my brother wanted to dip into you, Little Sister-in-Law.” Bastián mentions, disturbing our scene. “Good morning, Bastian.” I greet him, he smiles at me, and he continues sunbathing, tanning, “And he stops calling me that.” “Sister-in-law?” I nod, it bothers me that he calls me that, Damian must also be uncomfortable with that way his brother calls me, “It's just that Damian told me that you are his wife.”

Alice, who was very fair-skinned, blushed instantly when she was called 'sister-in-law'. Taking after Ashton, Chicago called out, "Grandpa! Grandma!" in her childlike voice, gazing at Alice. Then, in confusion, she looked at Ashton, "Ashton, what's a sister-in-law? If she's your sister-in-law, what should I call her?" The elders inside the room burst into laughter at Chicago's innocent question! "That would be Chris's wife, you should call her..." Ashton paused for a moment, then looked at Chris, "By rights, you should call him 'Uncle', so I suppose that makes her Chicago's Aunt."

"OMG! My sister's husband is handsome, Ma!" "Mom, sister has already dumped the foreigner! The pearl of the southwest and the east has been surrendered." "Hi there, I'm your sister's husband. I'm Zyd." he happily introduced himself to his brothers. "Hala! How did my sister manage to gayumatized you? Is she dancing like a witch again with her long spoon and making latin words to make you marry her?" "Or did Lianne tie you in bed and ask you to marry her? Tell us, please!"