Novel & Cerita Sister Wedgie

I loved how form fitting they were, they accented my curves in the right manner. "You're taking basic way too literally," she chucked at my choice and I shrugged at her. She put it on me and it was a stretchy material so it was really nice sitting on me. "That's got to be one of the fastest fittings we've ever had." She commented while I kept admiring myself in the full length mirror. We left to join the girls and my jaw dropped when I saw my sister in her wedding dress. It was fitted from neck to sleeves to waist but the bottom half was a flare lace part. It was so heavy and flowed around her in a circular pattern.

Cassie trudged up the hill with her sisters, the massive packhouse looming before them. The three of them weren’t particularly tall, but they were strong. With thick auburn hair and hazel eyes. Their faces, arms and legs were largely covered in freckles. A gift from so many days spent out in the sun with the rest of the pack. The sun was fading now, as they walked through the main room and up the stairs to their families’ wing of the house. They shared a kind of suite, with three bedrooms branching off of a small sitting room. The large bathroom could accommodate all of them, but there always seemed to be a fight over its use.

My soul drifted in the air, coldly watching the wedding that was supposed to be mine take place. All eyes were focused on the center stage at the wedding venue. My sister, Sonia Quade, dressed in the wedding gown meant for me, was saying heartfelt vows to my fiancé, Yoseph Caldwell. "Nia is finally happy now!" My parents kept murmuring in the audience as their eyes reddened with emotion. Amid the crowd's cheers, the newlyweds beamed with happiness as they shared what they claimed were cherished memories.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

"All I know is that in Hyporion, my sister, Velda Mercer, is the law! I'll give you one last chance—crawl between my legs and let Piper spend the night with me, and I'll let this slide." His words pushed my rage past its breaking point, but before I could react, Piper lunged at Jude to take on everything herself and save me from humiliation. "No!" I tried to stop her, but it was too late. "Wow! The brat's got some spirit, almost like a loyal puppy protecting her master!" Jude and his bodyguards howled with raucous laughter and began hurling insults. My anger finally exploded. "I'll kill you!" Nothing could drive me mad more than seeing Piper humiliated.

I’m going to milk this out for as long as I can. “For your information, your sister didn’t want a big wedding. I would have gladly given her whatever she wanted. True, true. No wedding reception but who told you there wasn’t a celebration? We celebrated, with a lot of sex, just your sister and I. It’s all that matters. I don’t care about your fucking sentiments. Leave now or I will make you whimper like a dog.” My mouth fall open in a gape at Gio’s forwardness. “Uh. Gross.” I gag at his mention of my sister with other intimate words in his sentences. Just gross.

Cindy looked fearful as she stuttered, "K-Karl, I don't have the money…" The man grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the wall. "No money? Then, you'd better come up with some! Didn't you say your sister had money? Get her out here to pay me back!" Cindy's wound split open again. She hissed in pain but still forced a smile, terrified of angering them. As a result, the expression on her face looked unnaturally twisted. "My sister is dead," she said. A heavy kick landed on her abdomen.

At my engagement party, my fiancé and my parents had prepared a table filled with mystery boxes. My younger sister, Elena Hayes, wrapped her arms around my fiancé, Adrian Whitmore, and sweetly pleaded, “There are so many mystery boxes. Madison can’t possibly open them all. Can I pick three too?” Adrian affectionately ruffled Elena’s hair. “You never change. You’ve known your sister and me for so long, yet you still act like a child.” Our parents, Charles and Victoria Hayes, smiled indulgently. “Our Elena has always been lucky. Maybe she’ll win something amazing.” Elena eagerly grabbed three mystery boxes before anyone else could stop her. She opened the first one. “A ten-day honeymoo

I screamed, lunging forward, but Kade's arm caught me hard around the waist, holding me back even as I fought against him with everything I had. "Come near us," Garrick shouted, dragging my terrified sister backward through the scattering crowd, "and I promise you'll be planning a funeral instead of a wedding."

He leaned forward slightly. "Six weeks ago you walked into my house in your sister's wedding dress and told me you were imperfect but you did all you could. And I watched you do exactly that every single day. I watched you handle my mother and my sister and the press and the board and a cheating boyfriend and a best friend who betrayed you and a sister in a coma and an investigation into an attempted murder and you did all of it without once asking for more than you were owed." He paused.