Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

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.

Elizabeth would probably ignore the person coldly if someone introduced himself as her uncle and said he wanted to introduce her to a boyfriend. She smiled awkwardly. "Hello, Uncle Wesley. I'm not Lizzy. I'm Sigrid, Lizzy's elder sister." "Huh? Lizzy's elder sister?" Wesley raised his eyebrows. After he looked at her carefully, he noticed that the young girl in front of him was clearly similar to Vallerie. Her eyes looked so similar to Vallerie's when she was young. He also remembered that Elizabeth had debuted. He had seen her posters before. How could she not be Elizabeth?

My little brother, Stephen, is butt naked, balls deep in some big-booty, acrylic nail having, lashes longer than a butterfly girl, and the worst part? She’s bent over my damn credenza. “SHIT, CeCe!” he yells, scrambling to cover himself. We'll at least he had on a condom. “Is this your wife?” the girl asks, pulling her dress down. “HELL no, that’s my sister!” Stephen barks like I just insulted his ancestry. “Oh,” she says, casually. “’Cause I was bout to tear some shit up.” I shoot her a look like try it, sweetheart.

If only she can get an organ donor soon enough. “Congratulations, bro," Reegan, my youngest stepbrother, says, giving me a side hug. I glance at Eden, who is hugging her mum in the corner. They seem to be having a heartfelt conversation. Someone slaps me on my back, and I turn to see my elder sister in a wheelchair. She's been crippled since the brutal attack that killed our father. “No more recklessness, kiddo," she says. “I'm not a kid, Juliet. Stop it."

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.

Before my wedding, my parents and my best friend shoved me into the storage room. “Stay hidden and keep quiet. Wait for the Godfather to come find you. That’s the only way you’ll find happiness!” I curled up in the corner, waiting from dawn until nightfall, but no one ever came. Just as I was about to push the door open, I realized the storage room had been locked from the outside. I pounded on the door with all my strength, smashing at the lock until my hands were covered in blood. But when I finally made it to the wedding venue, I saw my twin sister wearing my wedding dress, her arm linked through my fiancé’s as they prepared to walk onto the stage and exchange their vows. “Are you sure th

People's eyes darted back and forth between Keith and me. "Keith, this is what you meant by 'just a sister'? A sister who wears my pajamas and sleeps with you? "You kicked me out of the house just to make room for your dear little sister?" Keith's face flushed bright red. He reached for my phone, trying to snatch it away, but I stepped aside and avoided him. "Silvia! Have you lost your mind?!" He kept his voice low, but his anger still showed. "Do you even know where you are? You may not care about your reputation, but I do!"

“You’re working even at your sister’s party.” “I’m a programmer. I don’t actually live,” I answered flatly. In the center of the ballroom, Fiona looked like an ad for happiness. Her dress was ivory, not a wedding gown but definitely enough to make it clear she was in the phase of not caring who was jealous. She laughed brightly, hugged aunts, greeted guests, and every now and then waved at me from across the room like, look at me, sis, I’m happy. And I lifted my hand and waved back with a thin smile.

I had thought she was bluffing until murderous intent glinted in her eyes. Retreating desperately, I tried to reason. "I've never wanted to compete with you. Can't we just coexist peacefully?" But she was too far gone to listen. "My dear sister, I'll honor your memory after you're gone. After all, no one has ever truly loved you." Blood dripped from my wounds as I gawked at the blade protruding from my body—wielded by my sister. I started to question my life's worth. What in the world was real?

“DO YOU REALLY think you’re going to find your mate in the mating ceremony?” My half-sister Georgia asked as she was busy scrolling through her phone. She looked up at me with her brow arched high and then she scanned me from head to toe with full confidence of whatever she was saying. “Look at you, my little half-sister. You look like trash. If you ever find your mate in the ceremony, I believe he will reject you right away!”