Sisters Before Misters Novels & Stories

"Restricting someone's freedom is illegal." Some people hesitated under my stare and started to back away. "Don't be scared!" Scarlett shouted. "I'll take responsibility if anything happens! My fiancé is Nathaniel Cole, the future successor of the Titan Group! In Briarwood, there's nothing the Coles can't handle! Teaching a mistress a lesson is justice!" The moment they heard the words Titan Group, those who had wavered immediately stiffened their resolve. The two sales associates even locked the glass doors to prove their loyalty. The sharp click of the lock echoed through the enclosed space.

“Aaron, I think I twisted my ankle.” Aaron immediately picked her up. He looked worried. “Rachel, are you okay? I’ll take you somewhere to rest.” The spoiled brats nearby, drawn by the commotion, began whispering and pointing at me. “The Saddler family's heiress is fighting over a man with her illegitimate sister. What a disgrace. To think they’re the most prestigious of the four major families. Turns out she isn't any better than the rest of us.” Aaron looked at me grimly.

Spencer's eyes were bloodshot as he answered furiously, "I told you, Daphne isn't a homewrecker! She's my sister!" Everyone froze, but Brianna shook with laughter. "Your sister? Is that the explanation both of you agreed upon? Mistresses used to call the man they were seeing 'sugar daddies.' What? Have things changed now? Are they going with addressing each other as siblings now?" Spencer was thoroughly disappointed in Brianna at this point. He countered sternly, "What nonsense are you spouting? She's my long-lost sister whom I was finally reunited with just a year ago!"

Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?”

I nodded as my sisters and I started to follow, hands resting on their sword hilts as we wearily watched them. My sisters and I stuck together as we travelled. “Hey Gia, why don’t you make a crack in the ground?” Sunama snorted, teasing her as the others laughed. “I’ll make a crack in your face.” She hissed, her eyes flickering from brown to green. As they laughed harder. Tyr walked towards me, wondering what he wanted. I looked at him questioningly, “Are you sure you are sisters?” he questioned. “Positive, why?” “You guys look nothing alike.” he pointed out, looking at the five of us.

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

I stumbled on my feet. I closed my eyes and his attractive features flashed in my mind, "He's so handsome," I whispered in Livia's ear. Livia giggled softly and patted her hand on my back, "Shh!" She clamped her hand over my mouth, "We're at your husband's whereabouts. He'll hear you," She said in a slow voice, almost whispering in my ear. I curled my both arms around her, "You're my sister, my best friend, I love you. I don't care about my husband," I pulled away from her and took a deep breath. It wasn't a lie.

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!