Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

She tossed aside her towel and struggled to her feet, putting on a limp as she looked down at me. “You’re my sister. If you just ask me nicely, what wouldn’t I give you? It’s just the lead role.” She could stand with ease, while my leg throbbed so badly that I couldn’t move at all. Something in me snapped. I wrapped the towel around my wrist, braced myself against the mirror, and slowly pushed myself up. Then I swung my hand hard across her face.

“Even now, he still calls for Selene. Even now, in his last moments, he refuses to acknowledge you.” Something inside Lyra finally snapped. Her voice came out sharper than she intended. “You think I don’t know that? You think I haven’t spent ten years being reminded that I destroyed this family?” Cassian froze for half a second, then his anger surged again. “You slept with your sister’s future mate!” “I didn’t seduce him!” Lyra’s voice echoed down the corridor before she could stop it. Several guards turned their heads. She didn’t care. Her throat tightened painfully as years of silence pressed against her chest.

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.

Liam growled, as he jumped in front of me, snapping the first one’s head off before he tore the other one's heart out. "Running out of patience, brother?" I teased weakly, despite there being nothing humorous about this situation. It wasn't often when I saw Liam getting annoyed. "I have limits too, sister." He shot back, his eyes flashing dangerously, slicing through a Wendigo. "I can tell…" I said trying to smile, but there was nothing left to smile about. We were losing pack members by the minute, and I wish I could have healed them. If I was with Aunty, could I have had healed her?

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"She wouldn't dare. And if she ever does, I'll deal with her myself." Satisfied, Scarlette lowered her head, hiding the triumphant smile tugging at her lips—but not before flashing me a quick, mocking glance. I laughed coldly. This woman knew exactly how to play weak and pitiful to earn his sympathy. No matter how wrong she was, Grayson always defended her. Even back when I was his girlfriend, I'd had to step aside because she was his sister-in-law. And every time I gave an inch, she took a mile. My eyes hardened, and instead of backing down, my voice rose, sharp and furious. "Grayson, I'm your wife! If you spend the night with her, what does that make me?"

A filthy, foul-smelling rag was shoved into my mouth. I looked at Lara in confusion, struggling to understand what was happening. Before I could react, another slap came, so hard I felt as though my facial features might shift from the impact. Behind her, one of her friends sneered at me. "You? You think you're Mr. Reey's sister? As if! Mr. Reey's real sister is married to the CEO of a publicly listed company. Just look at yourself!"

In one motion, he snatched my sister up and slung her over his shoulder, as if she weighed nothing. “N-no! Where are you taking my sister?” I scrambled, arms wrapping tight around his leg, desperate to stop him from taking a step. However, his other boot swung out, connecting hard with my ribs, and suddenly I was on the ground again, choking on air, pain spreading sharp and hot across my chest. “Rosentine!” my sister shouted, voice cracked as she fought against the bad guy, twisting and reaching, but there was nothing I could do except curl in on myself, my hand stretching out helplessly after she was taken away.

Lydia walked toward me, her eyes red. "Jennifer, please stop making this so hard on Harvey. You're the only one he loves. This baby is just to carry on the McKinzie family line. Once it's born, I'll leave. I promise." She paused and glanced down at her own feet. My heart clenched. The next second, she pitched forward and tumbled straight down the steps. Someone yanked at me. My lower back slammed into the corner of the railing. Pain shot through me so hard I couldn't breathe.