Sisterly Hug 소설 & 이야기

Instead of acting might, the long haired woman called her back affectionately before pulling into a hug, " SISTER!!!!"

"You have grown so tall . . . and more Good-looking than any man. Is all I have heard true?" She stands on her toes to wrap her hands around my shoulders. I hug her back. "Mother you should . . . ask permission to hug him. He is a royal," my sister cautions. "It's alright, honey. This is your brother, the one I have been telling you about. He is not like other royals," mother dismisses. "Come on, hug him," she urges, stepping back and pushing her daughter forward. The girl is hesitant. So I step closer and hug her. She smiles as she leans her head on my chest.

Tabby said and hugged Amber. “Anything for a sister,” Amber replied, making Claire and Tabitha look at each other; Tabby stopped hugging and held her apart by the arms, looking deeply into her eyes. Yep, the feeling was more profound than just knowing her from her past.

It felt like something she had wanted to hear for a very long time now but no one had ever told her and here Daisy was telling her. She was tempted to give her a hug but she knew better than to do it. "It's okay, you can give me a hug . You know, I see you all as my sisters. Forget the fact that I act crazy sometimes or something like that. I have had my own fair share of life . I understand all these things and being among you guys, amongst people that love me this much, means everything to me and these are moments that I will never want to trade for anything. So it is cool if you want to give me a hug. I don't mind at all. "

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her, planted a big kiss on her cheek, and handed her a gift. Patricia’s arms were now full of presents, nearly dropping them all. Caitlin quickly took some from her to help. Her brothers’ warm welcome made her feel so happy. Her little face was glowing with joy. Then, Quinton and Kyle came bounding over. "Patricia, can I give you a hug?" "I want to kiss Patricia too!" But before they could get any closer, her three brothers immediately blocked them. Arthur crossed his arms. "No way! She’s our sister! You can only give her gifts—no kissing, no hugging!"

Then she opens her arms towards Halsey, who almost jumps into them. " Oh my girl, I miss you," Halsey cries. My gaze turns to Zuriel, who slightly smiles as he watches his mother and sister. Eloise pulls away and looks at Zuriel, " Zuzu, Look at you all grown up," " Sister," " Should we hug," Eloise frowns, glancing at Halsey, who nods. She spreads her arms and wraps them around Zuriel. " Hold your sister, dear," Zuriel glares, but obliges. Even though they act like they don't want to hug, they embrace for a long time. It's a sweet hug. They pull away at the same time as though the other burnt.

she called and the sexy devil smirked and turn around to see his always pretty sister in front of him, he smiled again and hugged her so tight and intentionally rubbing his hard on on her center but she was still frozen at the muscles pressed so tightly to her breast to focus on her downstairs, he sniffed her neck and pull away. "I have missed you sister." he said smiling at her, the hug that he gave her earlier forced the remaining of his buttons to open revealing the so sexy muscle hunt of a brother and she started getting wet downstairs "Y...Yeah me too" she forced out and said making him to smirk and he started approaching her like a predator "Let's hug again sis" he said and she backed

She winked devilishly as I threw a punch to her arm. I could see that Colton's eyes were frowning, despite the fact that he was still beaming at Cynthia's joke. I pushed my fifteen year old sister through the door, hoping she'd stay inside as I quickly made my way towards Colton's car. He met me halfway and grabbed me in a hug, and I actually almost purred like a damn cat when I felt the familiar warmth of his hug. However, something was a bit different with this hug. The way he gripped my waist and buried his nose in my neck was almost...primal.

Javen stepped forward and took her into his arms. He wanted to hold her tightly, but he was blocked by a hand on his chest. Cassie reached the front, unable to tell how she felt. 'This is not appropriate.' Cassie's mind is a mess, too. She doesn't want to refuse this hug, but she has no ability to accept it. 'There is nothing inappropriate.' Javen was buried on her shoulder, and her voice was slightly hoarse: 'If ... we are really related by blood, it's no big deal for my brother to hug my sister.'

Stepping forward, I enveloped her in a tender embrace, a silent reassurance of my unwavering love and support for her. "Chloe, my dear sister, you are never alone. We are here for you, always," I whispered softly, my words a heartfelt promise of solidarity and kinship. Mary joined our embrace, her presence a symbol of unity and strength as we stood together in a circle of shared understanding and compassion.