Sister Twists Novels & Stories

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

“You’re going.” Ivy Hart slowly looked up from her book, disbelief filling her face immediately. “Absolutely not.” Scarlett leaned against the bedroom doorway with her arms crossed, looking flawless even in irritation. Their identical dark hair fell in soft waves over their shoulders, their matching gray eyes sharp with opposite emotions, to strangers they looked exactly alike, same height, same face and same beauty. But personality changed everything, Scarlett carried confidence like a crown, Ivy carried silence like armor. “Stop being dramatic,” Scarlett said impatiently. “It’s just prom.”

Oh dear child you do have a sister, but your parents thought that she died while giving birth to the both of you. No, how can this be I thought that I was the only one she gave birth to. No, my child your twin sister is alive. How do you know this? I know this because I have watched over her and you. The witch Sylvia is the one who had given your sister to someone else. But she is not really a witch and all will be revealed when the danger is over. What danger are you talking about? What do you mean she isn't really a witch? I ask the Moon Goddess. All will be revealed very soon my dear child.

She greeted us with a voice full of disdain, causing every one of the witches who observed us to burst out in laughter. Sister clicked her tongue and looked around the hall while clenching her fists. "My name is Shelta Avintes. I am the current head of the eldest and I humbly greet you at our castle…" she continued mocking us, then bowed down in false courtesy. I gritted my teeth. My blood was already boiling. Neither of them showed us an ounce of respect. I bet they felt superior because there were many of them. They must have felt that they could overpower when facing us together, just how they restrained Sister's power when they locked her in the tomb under the theatre.

I was just about to take my attention away from the dance floor when I saw her. ‘Mate,’ my beast roared inside me. The fuck! My mate, a witch? I couldn’t help but stare, and just as I was about to leave, my sister grabbed hold of my hand. “She’s your mate?” “Ain’t no witch is my fucking mate!” I barked once more, and I continued to check her out, and then the unthinkable occurred: another woman approached her, and the two of them kissed, but it wasn’t a friendly kiss. The kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, makes your jaw drop and makes you want to fuck.

she yelled and walked out of the dining room. She stops just at the entrance of the dining room and looks back. “You” she said pointing to the lady who was suppose to prepare the food. “You are fired and also whoever allows this wretched step sister of mine to enter into the kitchen,” she said and left. The two ladies sigh and go in to pack their things knowing they dare not defy the order. The maids scatter around to think of what to cook for the unsatisfied daddy's princess. There was a bell ring at the door, Lauren rushed to the door. She opened it and saw a strange face.

"Excuse me?" "I've been watching you Ally. The things you do when he is here, it's hard not to notice these things. The way you pretend to stumble, just so he can catch you. The way you blush under his compliments, I choose to ignore these because I never thought it was real but this?" She waved her fingers in front of me. I shook my head in disbelief and took steps away from her. I had my flaws but in a time like this, I would very much appreciate my sister's trust and believe in me but she had just proven that I could not look up to her in a time like this.

Outside, she could hear the sounds of family life: William on a conference call in his study, the twins arguing about something in their room, Catherine's music drifting down from upstairs. The twins were thirteen now, in eighth grade, navigating the complicated waters of adolescence. Jackson was captain of his middle school soccer team, popular and outgoing. James was in advanced art classes, quieter but confident in his own way. They were best friends despite their differences, protective of each other in the way only twins could be. Catherine was seventeen, a senior in high school, already accepted to several top universities. She'd grown into a poised, brilliant young woman who wanted to

There is no real delay, because this is the night I have been waiting for –for my plans to happen! It takes me a year to plan all of this and now it is already happening. The revenge that my sister really deserves from me. Fred gets what I mean by kissing him, and he again put his one hand on my clit and caress it which gave me a strange sensation that I just got to only really feel now and to think that Fred, my brother-in-law is the one who made me experienced those feelings. His kisses made his way to my mounds and sucked my nipples like a baby, hungry for his mother's milk. I could do nothing but press his head against my breast, while one of his hands continued to massage and do magic

, physically impossible — than surviving one of the elites that mark you. It’s as much the chill of someone walking over my grave as the unique jangle of the bells her twin brother keeps in his knee-long dreadlocks. They aren’t naturally green, and his hair didn’t come out perfectly and symmetrically twisted like Shu claims either. His sister has a hair fetish where everyone else is involved, but lops off her straight black locks to her chin with no additional effort required. The she-devil stealing my hair tie to get at my perfect chocolate mane is a long-standing battle that will never end.