Story Sister Novels & Stories

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

Misti shouted at her sister, "Just because I denied sharing my phone data last night, you lied to Ma that you tried to wake me up for the last thirty minutes !!!!!!!!! " Sristi said to her elder sister " But I am watching my favorite K DRAMA and only the last two episodes are left and you refuse to give me your phone data" and after a little pause she said again "you know I have a limited data pack in my phone when you have unlimited data pack in your phone, you should help your one only sister when she is in need.".

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.”

“So, they are your friends?” “They’re colleagues who I respect and I am friendly with, but they aren’t close friends, no.” After a moment, he added, “There was one woman who was very close to me. She called me T. J. whenever she wrote about me in her journal in order to avoid her sister finding out my true identity. It seems there’s a bit of sibling rivalry there.” Her violet eyes locked with his chocolate ones. “Are you telling me that you’re the T. J. that I supposedly killed? The T.J. from my journal? My T.J.?”

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..

It was easier that way than facing the possibility that I may have just lost my best friend. When the devil is adamant that you have a bad day, I don’t think anybody can stop it. The loud clicks at the door, and the extra loud laughter with my coworkers from the hallway, was all I needed to know that my bad day was just about to get worse. My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory.

Only girls like Nizéa , who came from traditional and wealthy families, were forced to live almost like prisoners, Fleur thought , looking at the girls in their colorful summer dresses. "Why the sigh?" Karin asked. "It's the second in ten minutes." "I was thinking about your sister," he admitted. "About what she told you?" I'm curious to know exactly what she said. "It wasn't anything important," she parried. "I was thinking about your studies." She gave me one of her stories to read the other day, and she has incredible power to write about. I never expected that from a seventeen year old girl. He slowed down and, looking straight ahead, asked:

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that." "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?" "Go for it," I said. My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.