Novel & Cerita Spy On Sister

They stopped at the sight—me trembling at the corner of the room, and Dylan standing frozen in front of me. I could almost hear the unspoken thoughts in their minds. They suspected something was wrong, maybe something inappropriate. If I didn’t explain, Dylan’s reputation could be destroyed right there. So, I forced myself to speak, my voice shaky but clear enough. “It… it was a dream,” I said quickly, my eyes darting nervously around the room. “My sister’s husband came to me asking for a celebration. Dylan wasn’t doing anything to me, believe me. It was just… a dream.”

Don’t you want a real man tonight? I thought I saw Isabella smirk – which put me even more on alert. She loved to play with men, but this one was different. — We’re leaving, I declared, grabbing my sister’s wrist to pull her away. But he grabbed my arm tightly. — In a hurry, baby? My heart raced. His gaze was different now: darker, more threatening. Isabella frowned, realizing this was no longer a game. — Let her go. He burst out laughing. — Oh, big sister wants to play the protector?

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!

I've been spying on my sister for about two months; watching her change her clothes through her bedroom window. I never thought I'd take it any farther than just spying. She is my sister, after all. To me it's just a good way to see some tits, ass and pussy on a regular basis.

one of the special forces snorted coldly, squatted and continued looking at the formation core. Miles and Mark exited the eatery after having a meal, Miles froze the moment he saw someone who looked like Sneaky, she was just like Sneaky. Miles didn't know whether Sneaky has a sister or not, he stared at her intently, wondering if it was Sneaky dressing like a girl. “Look, Miss Sinclair, that poor man is staring at you,” one of her friends told her. Sneaky's sister turned around looking disgusted, but her eyes suddenly lit up, she didn't expect the man ogling her to be very handsome.

My sister was truly alive and back home where she belonged. “How come? How did you manage to sneak her out?” I asked the two spies. “We didn’t, sir. We had been in the Silver claws pack house for a while, watching for her activity, and we did find her and were planning to bring you feedback until we saw her packing her things to leave. We approached her and told her you sent us, and then we offered to bring her home.” “Thank you,” I told the spies, patting my sister’s head which lay on my chest. “Go and meet the treasurer to collect your payment.”

"That's worth dying for." She stood. "I'll continue surveillance. Track their movements. Let you know if they surface." "And the sister?" "Date tomorrow night. 7 PM. I'll have people watching. See where it leads." "Good. Make sure she falls for Julian Voss and when the time comes—when I need leverage—she'll be right there, completely unaware she's fucking her boyfriend's brother's twin who wants to destroy everything she loves." "You're a monster." "I'm a monster they created. There's a difference."

Caitlin tossed the autopsy report to Sienna, and Sienna took it in her hands, her hands trembling uncontrollably. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. Her sister was dead! She had been poisoned and made to look like a suicide! “Who... who killed my sister?” The cold, emotionless twin sister finally broke down when she heard the news of her sibling’s death. They had been adopted by Shadow Moon Pavilion, growing up together and relying on each other. Now her sister was gone. How could Sienna not be furious? “The killer? I think you know better than I do. You and your sister, you worked for whom? For Zorro? You killed Freya, and you didn’t think someone would come after you to silence you

“If you had any backbone, you wouldn’t come back after leaving! “Now you’re still dreaming of returning to the pack and competing with Rose for her position. You’re truly shameless!” Leon’s words instantly caused everyone to look at me differently. “I thought Claire came back to care for her sister. I didn’t expect her to come back to steal her sister’s happiness. “Good thing Alpha Leon loves Rose.” The surrounding discussion made Rose’s eyes redden. She generously stood in front of me again. “Please don’t say that about Claire. After all, she’s my sister.”

Her face was bright, her eyes sparkled, and she looked so happy. Too happy. My gaze shifted to the man. Aaric Bernardi. Standing beside her, chatting with Mellan, who was laughing crisply at his side. His large, sturdy, and I remember, painful, hands curled lightly around my sister’s waist. Mellan leaned against him with a confidence that almost made me angry. How could someone who knew every darkest corner of my life appear so perfect to others? How could a horrible man like him get his hands on my sister, who was so kind-hearted? What's more, when he knows I'm his ex-girlfriend and the woman he's been playing with last morning is his fiancée's sister...