Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

I lift my shoulder in a half shrug, looking at the menu I am holding. I hate when people act so surprised when they learn I have never dated before. I know I am a weirdo. I know I am different from other girls my age, but I don't need them pointing it out. My sister, Sarah teases me about never dating, calling me a weirdo. I am used to her ribbing, but I don't want people like my crush to think or do the same thing.

The left earphone is dangling, swinging like a pendulum. "So-so." The test was not hard but not exactly a walk in the park either. "Says the girl who is going to bag an A." I roll my eyes. "Maybe not this time." "How did you find my house?" She unplugs the earphones from her phone and throws it on her bed. "My sister used to date your brother," I remind her. "What is wrong with you? Why didn't you come?" "A bad case of diarrhoea," she says, somber. "Started since yesterday."

Then her sister stepped out, dressed like she'd walked off a magazine cover, smiling like the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened at all. She crossed the courtyard straight toward Eva, heels striking stone. "You look terrible," she said, pulling off the sunglasses. "You disappeared. The wedding—" I had ---" "I know what you had to do." Her gaze dropped to Eva's hand. To the ring. "Give it back." Before Eva could answer, her sister lunged — quick, sharp, fingers closing around Eva's hand, trying to twist the ring loose right there on her finger. "Stop—" Eva yanked her hand back so hard she stumbled against the wall. "What is wrong with you?"

“Oh, so you go way back. No wonder you’re defending him. Maybe there was already something going on between you two. Were you already involved before he married my sister?” I could not hold back anymore. I stepped forward and slapped her, then sneered. “There was already something going on? What happened between your sister and me is none of your business. Who do you think you are? Yesterday, Wendy came to me in a dream. She said she was sorry and told me to find someone better. She also said you are ungrateful and told me to stay away from you.” “That is impossible! That is all fake!” Her face turned pale, but with every sentence I invoked the dead, she had no way to argue.

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.

"Rising supermodel Noelle Lynch sabotaged her own sister's engagement and stole her fiance. Ungrateful and disloyal, she repaid years of devotion with betrayal." The post briefly laid out the past, detailing how I had spent years giving everything to support my disabled sister, sacrificing my youth and putting my own wedding on hold for her, only to be betrayed by both her and my fiance in the end. The logic was sound, the details rang true, and it instantly set the whole internet ablaze. In barely half an hour, the post racked up a million likes. Countless netizens flooded the comments to defend me, slamming Noelle for her ingratitude and for biting the hand that fed her.

"Noelle is your sister. It's only right that she helps you. You don't need to thank her." "Thank you, Jensen. Without you, I really don't know what I'd do…" Brooke buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed harder, and watching them only filled me with despair. Even though Brooke and I were biological sisters, I had grown up in the countryside with our grandparents. She, on the other hand, had stayed with our parents, growing up alongside Jensen like childhood sweethearts. Later, I was brought back to live with our parents and eventually started dating Jensen. Brooke became his personal assistant after she graduated from college.

Not again a Heyworth! Sven you idiot! Wendy is Wil's sister. My brother is dating my ex-crush's sister?! F*ck! "F*ck!"

' I told her. 'I am not your sister for goodness sake!' I screamed at him. 'Open your eyes wide and take a good look at me. I am Miranda Wade from the Riverine Pack. I am NOT your sister. And I have found out you don't have a sister, never did!' she said breathing hard in her agitation. 'We are not from the same parents and neither are we even from the same pack. There is no blood relation between us, so why can't we be together?' she wailed and I just didn't know what to say. There was really no justifiable reason why we couldn't be together except that I couldn't love her the way she deserved.

From head to toe. A huge laugh came from the Makia's lips. -I can not believe it. The sister-in-law kicked your ass - he teased holding his stomach. And the next thing he knew was that he was next to her sister with his ass kicked, only that time it had been his own brother who had thrown his out of bed. - I was able to know that you understand privacy. Jade is not a wolf, she is a human, she still has to adapt- he growled at them both.