Novel & Cerita Spying On My Sister

“I’ve seen your dating history. You know none of your girlfriends lasted more than three months?” I stared at him. “Have you been stalking or spying on me?” “It’s on your Wikipedia page.” “You read my—” I stopped and folded my arms across my chest. “You read my Wikipedia page?” “I read about my rival.” He shrugged, already moving slowly towards me. “And about the guy sniffing around my sister. Just needed to know the guy that I was dealing with. That’s normal.” I took a step back. “I am not sniffing around her. She’s the one—”

I can't help but look at the clear-white liquid running down between her legs as she stands. "Babe, what's wrong?" Jared asks, then turns around until he finally sees me. He looks down at himself, then pulls up the sheet to cover his lower half. I look over at my step-sister's disheveled hair and rosy skin. And to think that I once imagined what it would have been like to experience what she just did with Jared. She shrieks."Spying on me now? You're such a freak!" She then pushes past me as she exits the room.

All she knew was that she needed to escape from her father and that creep. ‘Can I hang out with you before I head home? I don’t know why dad is being impossible. I have to talk to mom first before he comes home, but I just need to make sure Dante is not waiting downstairs.’ ‘I can take care of that,’ her sister replied. ‘I have full access to all the cameras in Sebastian’s office. We can spy on him and make sure he’s gone before you come back down.’ Clara hugs her sister, knowing what it felt like to have an unwelcome suitor. It reminded her of the guy from NY and how he almost kidnapped her. There was no time for that right now, as she cleared her mind. Her sister needed her right now.

she blurted. I secretly smirked. I'm using my brother's card to get her to report to me about her every day. We do this even before I met my mate, but I can say that right now that it's a double purpose. I only pick the ones in her story who have something to do with Nikita. I directed my grumpy sister to sit on the sofa with me. She slumped there like a vegetable, cheeks squished on the cushion. "Arghhh! I'm so tired..." she complained, massaging her shoulders.

“Fuck, can't kiss my wife just yet. After a shower maybe. Oh, Priest, you're excused. Thanks for the service.” The priest walked out. So now I was married to this fucking man? “That's not all I want. I also want you to spy on him. Any documents, secrets, anything, bring it to me. I'll let you go, you can just say you travelled somewhere or something. But whenever I call, you better come meet me until I completely destroy him and finally have you in the open. You hear me?” “Yes.” I would never agree, but I just wanted my sister out.

I thought for a second, then said, "She's actually my biological sister. We were adopted by different families, and I want to see what her life is like now." In my last life, Nancy had caused Stephen and Linda to die a miserable death, and she'd stabbed me to death. She would be getting off easy if she just got beaten to death right now. I would make her pay for all the suffering we went through in our last life a hundredfold. I would make sure she was tortured to death in the cage that was the Quill family. [Something's off. Why is Nadia suddenly going to check on Nancy?] [Wait, can she see our comments or something?]

Is he stalking me? "He's never mentioned you at all," she says, shaking his hand, sharp as sunlight. "Interesting, right?" "Fascinating," Dax agrees, and the two of them smile at each other like duelists. Somewhere in my chest an alarm starts that has no off switch. Because here's what my sister knows that she shouldn't: everything she can get her hands on. She reads Dad's files when he's out. She listens at doors with the focus of someone doing a public service.

Unmistakably, the voice of my one and only blood relative, my sister In-young, was clearly drifting through the dark from beyond the wall. As if struck by lightning, I bounced up from the bedding. My heart dropped with a heavy thud, and cold sweat flowed down my spine. ‘Has a man entered my sister's room... in the dead of this night?’ ‘My brother-in-law is across the sea on the Main Island—what kind of beastly fellow dared sneak into a noble family's detached quarters...?!’ Compelled by the fear that my sister was being ravished, the terrifying voyeuristic curiosity of my inner desires, and an ugly, primal hunger to eavesdrop on their animalistic mating, my body moved of its own accord.

I automatically called my sister Iris and she told me that her girlfriend had proposed and that they were getting married. She'd let me know all the details closer to the date, but I had to be there, I was her maid of honor. You're probably wondering why I don't just leave? Well Matteo said i had my full priveliges back but somehow he knew my sister was having a wedding which meant he was listening in on our conversations and I had noticed that whenever I seemed to run an errand two of Matteo's men would trail me. In other words, he was testing me.

But I don't remember her at all. "What should I do? Can I play hard to get? I even lied that I didn't meet him before, but actually, I followed him to the cake shop." What? So, she's been stalking me ever since. I chuckle here on my place as it feels weird knowing this confession. "You don't need to, and HEY, ARE YOU LISTENING!?" Her sister shouts at me over the phone, and I stop laughing, and I answer her while resiting not to laugh anymore.