Sisters-in-law Novels & Stories

His expression does something Allie did not expect: it moves from surprise through recognition to something that can only be described as caught. "Sister-in-law?" Allie stares at him. The word lands like a trapdoor opening under her feet — sister-in-law, the term Liam's friends use, the term that means he knows her, that he knows Liam, that these two impossible, stubborn, elaborately complicated people who live in this grand apartment doing battle over property deeds and proximity are— She looks at Chloe. Chloe is looking at the ceiling with the expression of someone who has already done the math on this moment and made peace with it.

"Hi, my official sister-in-law!" I blinked in surprise when Rian came in and ran towards me. She pulled me in a tight hug before throwing herself on the couch in front of my desk. "Official sister-in-law? Really, Rian?" "Why? What's wrong with that? You're my official sister-in-law now, aren't you?" "W-What are you talking about?" "Well, it's because you're now my brother's wife, as in real wife and not just based on a contract, a deal or an agreement."

The irritating friend was still trying to make Dita look bad in front of Alice. "Shut up, Nita Mukherjee!!! My words were always misunderstood by you." Alice chuckled. She found it amusing to see Dita and Nita acting so irrationally. "But, senior sisters," Alice continued. "Even if I'm Mr. Ashton's wife, there's no need to treat me differently. Just treat me normally. I'm not some special delicacy. Being overly special just makes it hard for me to make friends." Dita and Nita understood Alice's point. But knowing Alice's status, they still couldn't act carelessly.

On their fourth anniversary, Katya Volkov waits for a husband who never comes home. Then she discovers the truth: Dimitri Orlov has been living a secret life with his widowed sister-in-law. Heartbroken, Katya signs the divorce papers, only to find Dimitri refusing to let her go. Then Roman Dashkov enters her life, offering the one thing Dimitri never did: a reason to believe in love again. But Dimitri isn't ready to lose his wife. And when jealousy turns into obsession, Katya may discover that walking away from the man she loved is only the beginning of the war.

Marcus sat at the head with a document and a pen laid out in front of him, and every eye in the room turned to me. Marcus glanced at me, then held out the pen. "Sign it." "No." His expression darkened. Selena spoke up, her voice honey-soft. "Anna, we're all family. Whether you sign or not, it really makes no difference." Vivian added quickly, "Exactly. You think we'd ever do anything to hurt you?" One of the elders, gray-haired with a face like curdled milk, spoke up in a thin, oily voice. "A Donna this selfish, and word gets out it reflects poorly on your family too, you know."

Juliana linked her arm lightly with Betty’s, guiding her toward the center where a few others had gathered. For a while, everything remained casual. Light conversations. Soft laughter. A few compliments exchanged here and there. Some of the young ladies clearly wanted to use the opportunity to get closer to Betty. After all, everyone wanted to climb higher. “I see you’re already being such a loving sister-in-law,” someone commented, trying to please Juliana. Betty smiled faintly. “Sister-in-law… well, I suppose at best we can be called cousins-in-law. My parents only have one son—the position of sister-in-law belongs to Phoebe here.”

She made a show of slipping the ring off while saying, in a voice dripping with provocation, "You've really lucked out to have married such a wonderful husband, Phoebe. Mateo is such a thoughtful and attentive man." I scoffed inwardly. Mateo had always maintained the reputation of a devoted and considerate man, a model of what a husband should be. Yet this "paragon of virtue" had impregnated his own sister-in-law. Lily tugged at the wedding ring several times, her efforts only succeeding in making her finger red and swollen. She choked back a sob, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can't take this off, and it hurts so much, Mateo."

Ignoring his statement, Vihaan changed the topic by referring to Anubhav in his statement" Why are you not with your cousin, or my Brother in law? "Bro, I have an advantage over you. I can call them whatever I want, be it Bhabhi-Bhaiya(Sister in law-brother) or dee-jiju(sister-brother in law) and thus I can be with him or with my sister." It was true, being his best friend, Avni was Saaransh's sister, but being Anubhav's cousin, she was his sister-in-law too. The duo stopped talking further when they saw a gorgeous dusky skin girl in black sating gown revealing her sexy figure with a clutch on her left hand, her long black hair adding the beauty effects, her red matte lipstick giving the imp

"From a very reliable source, we have come to learn that Jason junior Samuel Macaulay, age twenty one has impregnated his very own sister, Annabelle Naomi Macaulay, age nineteen. What is the world turning into since a brother now have sex with his very own sister? What an abomination. Citizens are left to wonder what their parents were doing that such atrocity happens in their home but they had no idea. People have said that their mother who is the CEO of Legal Rights, a company which fights about gender inequality by the name Veronica Diana Macaulay cares of nothing else but her company. Always traveling leaving the two children alone at home which led to the growth of their abominable feel

I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up. "No. Casey and Yvonne are my other sisters but they are way older, married and live with their husbands now. "Oh, I see." I said. I opened my mouth to raise a new question but a tall woman appeared through the doorway his sister had gone into. It explained his height instantly and the striking resemblance could not be dismissed. She looked extremely happy to see her child seated there. She put on a huge grin before turning to look at me. "Caramel dear?" She blurted, a bit of doubt edged into her sentence.