Sister Twists Novels & Stories

A real battle against myself, my family, and the man I'm pretty sure murdered my sister. The man I'm about to marry. I wave away the hair and makeup ladies, only pausing to glance at myself in the mirror. My hands tremble as I fix the pins keeping my braids in place. I'm terrified of going through with this. I remember the way Freya sounded the last time I spoke with her, only days before she was found dead in the bathtub, allegedly of an overdose. Even though my sister never once did drugs and hated the stuff. She sounded scared, terrified, and refused to speak above a whisper. I could barely hear her—wind kept whipping into the receiver. I was annoyed at the time because she wouldn't talk

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters. “What just happened was nothing more than a joke between sisters. This is simply the way we welcome her back.” As she spoke, she unconsciously edged her body closer to Claude. I let out a cold laugh. Rose was trying to recreate the past. Back then, at my banquet with Leon, she had done the same thing. She wore a dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, its color making her look fragile and pitiful. While I left Leon to handle banquet affairs, she seized the opportunity.

I guess she could feel the restrictions of being able to glide easily because she smirks. She thrusts the remaining of the strap on inside me and I scream a pleasurable moan. She slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. She continues this until I adjust to the size of the dildo and leans down to kiss me. Her hips move in a passionate rhythm and I wrap myself around her.

She would need to take online classes, but it was for her safety. Before taking him downstairs, I showed him around the upstairs, where the gym, lounge, and game room were. As we walked downstairs, Eclipse arrived with Matt’s sister in tow. Matt bolted past me and went to his sister, gathering her in a rib-crushing hug. “Did you speed?” I asked Eclipse since he hadn’t been gone for four hours. “Maybe a little.” Eclipse rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

"You're out of your mind! I already told you I don't agree with this!" Her scream echoed across the rooms, followed by the loud cry of my sister, "You're scary! I want my mommy back!" I was confused and felt my body tremble with their screams as they began to argue once again. My mind drifted as I crouched on the floor, facing the wall with my hands tightly covering my ears. My small ears could still hear them shouting, but I couldn't understand the reason why they were arguing.

I intendedly said that with sarcasm. “Ouch,” she pretended like she really hurt inside. “Didn't you miss your twin sister?” I chuckled and shook my head. “How can I miss the woman who has the same face as mine? The only difference we have is our hair color,” I mentioned and tilted my head. Bria Barbara, my twin sister. I was serious when I said that the only difference we have is our hair color. Why? Her hair is orange that goes well with our milky smooth skin, while my hair is just a simple brown hair.

We’re Alphas and pull a lot of she-wolves, but David was never the one to settle, til now that is. “Where is she? You don’t want to introduce her?” “She’s coming with my sisters. Now that they’re legal to party, they find an excuse to be out” he laughs. “How’s Amaly?” Pyro perks up at the mention of my mates name and I knew David was waiting for me to ask just as Tiffany strolls through the VIP section and straight to me. “Hi baby” and plops her ass right on top of me and starts trying to kiss me. And at that very moment, the sweet honey, orange, jasmine scent flutters through my nostrils. The next thing I know, Tiffany is flying across the vip section.

Her sister is with her, and it’s obvious from the way she grins that this was the effect they were going for. Unlike last night, her hair is up in a twist with soft ringlets teased out, floating around her face. When she turns around to say something to her sister that makes them both laugh, my insides turn to molten lava. Falcon almost chokes on his suppressed laughter. “Is that—”