Spy On Sister Novels & Stories

Enjoy the filth without worry 😈 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.

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

This was something that only happened in books and movies. He looked at me with a calm, almost bored expression. “You won't ever recover with that amount of loan.” He stated like I was dumb not to know that. I still couldn't understand what was going on. His assistant walked into the conference room the same way he had walked in earlier. I think it came with working at Stone Holdings. She casually walked up to me and dropped a thick file in front of me. The heading was “MARRIAGE ARRANGEMENT” in bold letters.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

And I surely wasn’t expecting to sit here under HIS watchful gaze as he glared at me like I had stolen something so precious to him. Kayden Wolf Smith. My sister’s ever so elegant and painfully handsome fiancée who was now sitting opposite me at a large dinner table, glaring at me with the most intense animosity you could ever think of. The last time I saw him was at my sister’s funeral, and I haven’t seen him since. But nothing was changed, at least not the way he looked at me. So full of hatred and great loathing. I tried to find the reasons why he was burning me with his intense gaze, but the thought of me in his fiancee’s dress was enough to chill me to the core.

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

Sally sighs, “He doesn’t mean you, idiot. It’s me. I’m the distraction.” “Lydia is your sister,” Landon tells her. “Sister?! You have a sister in this Coven full of asshats that took our Alpha and Luna’s kid!” I yell, Landon slaps his hand over my mouth. “Quiet, voices carry in these mountains.” Sally draws herself up and looks at me with disdain, “Yes, I have a sister in this Coven. It was our Coven, and we led it together, which in itself is unusual but like most things I grew tired of the monotony of it all and went out on my own.”

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

Photos spilled out of me with Kyle. "Care to explain?" His tone was deceptively calm, but I knew better. I'd seen what happened to people who crossed him. I picked up one of the photos, studying it with feigned nonchalance. "I'm planting a mole in my sister's operation." "Is that so?" His eyebrow arched in disbelief. "I need to know what my sister is planning and he assured me of that." He studied my face for a long moment, searching for any hint of deception. Finally, he nodded, not fully convinced, but enough to pull me back from the dangerous edge of his suspicion.

“So what happened at her place? Why did you call us out here?” “Yeah that's right. Did anything happen? Is she the one?” “She wasn't a stripper. She was a spy.” “A spy?” “From who?” “She was Greg's sister. She came to take revenge on me for killing her brother and her nephew” “Jesus Christ” “Wait, what?!” “And you never knew?!” “No, I had no fucking idea! I was so dumb that I even made her my mistress. What a joke I have become” “Damn, she's good”