Sisters-in-law Novels & Stories

I got a call from my sister in law saying she was coming to town this weekend to celebrate my wife's birthday. My wife Lori and her sister Mandi have always been very close. Just one year apart, my wife being the youngest, they were always more like best friends than sisters growing up.

, “What? No—you don’t have to. My father still is unaware of what happened my mother has asked me not to come. So its better if we don't —” “I don’t think I need advice,” he said coolly, stepping further into the kitchen, “from someone whose sister betrayed me.” His voice cut like glass. “And don’t think you’re some saint, Layla. Does your boyfriend know you married me? You did the same to him that your sister did to me.” The air froze between us. My lips parted, but no words came. Xavier’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—anger, maybe disappointment—before he turned away. “So go get dressed.”

I nodded as I looked at the couples beside Sandra. “Across from us is my best aunt, Aunt Sylvia—the one currently smacking David,” she chuckled. I chuckled along with her as I glanced at her. When she noticed me staring, she stopped her playful scolding of David and offered me a warm smile. It felt oddly comforting to see people who weren’t staring at me with judgment. “And beside her is Sophia, you know her already. The lady with her is Sophia’s sister, and the older woman is their mom.” "And the rest?" I asked, nodding toward a few others chatting in the back.

I tolerated her a bit more because she was my sister; otherwise, I would have thrown a punch by now. "Bro's always protecting sis-in-law." "If I don't protect my wife, should I protect you?" "Of course, you should. I'm your sister." "So what? Shouldn't your boyfriend protect you?" "He's just a little lackey, right?" Rainey nudged Cole with her elbow. "Yeah, yeah, when dealing with people from your Lucas family, who isn't a lackey, right, sis-in-law? And sis-in-law should be..." "He's my darling, and you guys move aside, don't block our way to breakfast."

‘‘It's a pleasure to meet you. Cynthia jumped and brushed away my hand harshly. ‘‘Sister-in-law?’’ she grimaced. ‘‘Eeewww! Don’t you dare touch me!’’ But I clutched her arm tightly, just like how my husband had grabbed me just now, and didn’t allow Cynthia to move. ‘‘Your brother and I have already gotten our marriage certificates. From this point forward, I’ll be your sister-in-law… so you have to be nice to me, and treat me with respect, so that I’ll take care of you…’’

she said carefully, "are sisters." Rosie stared. "Sisters," Vivian confirmed, with the commitment of someone who has chosen a path and is seeing it through. "The real kind. The kind you share everything with, games, late nights, your worst days. Just, not the marrying kind. Sisters don't marry each other." Rosie continued staring, the expression of a child processing a statement that contained several things she wanted to question but couldn't immediately prioritize.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

I said, sprinkling parsley into the bowl, “and I’m starting to call Bianna my sister-in-law.” Bianna turned to me fast. “Ara.” I lifted a brow. “What? I’m just a visionary.” Max stopped running. He turned around, his blue eyes lighting up immediately. “What’s sister-in-law.” “Tio’s girlfriend,” Issa answered automatically, still a little out of breath. Then she turned to Theo and Bianna with an expression of extremely polite disgust. “Ew.” “I hate all of you,” Theo said. “Aww, look at them,” Arianna said immediately.

I asked, taking it. She stayed silent and featured a confused look for a few seconds as she shook my hand, but then came close to me. "I just mean, there are good looking ladies living together, and they can hook up, that's all. Do ladies here not get together?" "Oh, no," I shot her down, shaking my head no and backing up. "There is a serious rule around here: sisters here can't get involved. It is strictly forbidden, like forbidden fruit. Sharon didn't mention that?"

“Your sister-in-law.” “Who?” Sharon cracked an eye open and stared at him. Perhaps she was not fully awake yet, but she could not think of who her sister-in-law was. She did not know who he was referring to. Simon said in amusement, “Sydney, you brother’s wife.” Sharon rolled her eyes at him and asked, “Couldn’t you just say that it’s Sydney?” “Isn’t she your sister-in-law? Or have you never treated her as your sister-in-law?”