Sisters Husband Novels & Stories

He remarked. “I know you might find this a little hard too, but there is one sure way of bringing your sister out of her hiding place.” The man started, raising Hannah’s curiosity. “I’m sure you’re already familiar with your sister’s relationship with your husband.” “Yeah?” Hannah replied, twirling her hair in confusion. “What does that have to do –“ “Hannah I’m not sure you understand this, but your sister deeply valued and treasured your husband. I was hoping that your engagement party would bring her out, but I think we need something deeper.”

“You can't be serious Sera. Something big just happened and you cannot just walk away like it's nothing.” Oh the nerve of him. “You are the one who is definitely not serious. You rejected me, remember? There's no way the goddess has decided to pair us together again. Besides, even if that's the case,” I grabbed the tray, “it means nothing. We shouldn't even be having this conversation. My sister, your wife died only less than twenty four hours ago. Whatever this is - I suggest you trash it.” I bumped into his shoulder as I walked past him out of the kitchen.

he said and that was a yes in Nala’s book as he didn’t say John had to sign the papers as well. “By the way, your husband isn’t the only cheater as your sister’s husband can’t keep his little member in his pants despite being married,” he told Nala and he watched a huge smile appear on her face. “Really?!” Nala exclaimed with excitement. “Aren’t you supposed to be sad on her behalf?” He asked even though he knew the answer.

Mark was right, the thought of my sister led me to meet her as I descended into a deep sleep. ***** [A Nightmare] I got a call from my sister asking me to go to her husband's house. I have to say, she sounded a bit off on the phone, but that didn't stop me from going there. I asked her why she wanted me to go there but she simply told me that it was her husband's special day and she wanted me to be there and join in the celebration. And what was so special about his 27th birthday? I scoffed and rolled my eyes at the irony. I mean, why should I be there? It's her husband's special day, not mine. So why should I bother?

' I wanted to reply but bit my tongue hard. "Sister Jenna married a good man. They have just been wedded 2 years or so, they should have patience, th...." I tried saying when mum raised her hand, signalling me to stop. "Darius's parents are already pressuring your sister, are you going to help her or not?" Mum half-yelled and I let out a sigh. It's not been three years since their marriage, since I left home for a fresh start because I couldn't bear to see my sister with the man I have loved all my life.

There was no reply, not even a single call. This was not the first time Calvin abandoned me because of his sister-in-law, Lexi. It did not matter if we were on a date, out shopping, eating, or even in the middle of making love, one call from his sister-in-law, and he would leave me without a second thought. He always said his brother’s death left behind a poor widow and an orphan, and that it was his responsibility to take care of them. I told myself that if Calvin ever crossed a line with Lexi, I would leave.

He naturally took my hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand, his eyes brimming with tenderness: "This is the child we've been hoping for so long. Of course I want to give them the best." This display of devotion—if I hadn't heard the truth with my own ears, who would believe it was all an act? As we walked out of the mall, we ran into Emily coming toward us. She was wearing a well-tailored maternity dress. When she saw us, especially James holding my hand tightly, a flash of jealous hatred crossed her eyes before being deliberately replaced with smugness. But she was alone. It seemed my "dear sister's" marriage to my former fiancé wasn't as blissful as it had appeared.

I mean, this wasn't only a married man but also my father-in-law, but no matter my feelings, I couldn't do anything. “A three-way, Father?" My husband's brother's wife, or what must I call her, sister-in-law? Well, she turned around still on her knees; I always suspected she knew I was also fucking with our father-in-law, and now, with how calm she was, it just confirmed it.

It was a humiliating, frozen moment. We were husband and wife, but we might as well have been strangers. He had just tended to my sister with a tenderness I once believed belonged only to me, while I was being dragged away like an unwelcome intruder who didn’t belong in a place like this. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something—anything—to explain. Instead, he glanced past me at the waiter and said evenly, “This is my wife. Let her go.” The waiter stared, flustered.

I muffled, forcing this awkward smile. His eyes flickered. He didn't debt it…. Oh my God… he wants us to practice being a couple? A married couple? “Hazel, do not… he is your sister’s husband, you can’t play house with your sister’s husband, you are better than that.” My angel conscience blurted to me, popping up before my eyes, dressed in a white fitted gown, with wings on her back and a halo on her head. She had this worried look on her face.